Esther, kindly see Helen's clothes are
ready for boarding school--next Monday morning."
CHAPTER V "Next Monday Morning"
There was a trunk standing in the hall, and a large, much-travelled
portmanteau, and there were labels on them that said: "Miss Helen
Woolcot, The Misses Burton, Mount Victoria."
In the nursery breakfast was proceeding spasmodically. Meg's
blue eyes were all red and swollen with crying, and she was still
sniffing audibly as she poured out the coffee. Pip had his hands
in his pockets and stood on the hearthrug, looking gloomily at a
certain plate, and refusing breakfast altogether; the General was
crashing his own mug and plate joyously together; and Bunty
was eating bread and butter in stolid silence.
Judy, white-faced and dry-eyed, was sitting at the table, and Nell
and Baby were clinging to either arm. All the three days between
that black Thursday and this doleful morning she had been obstinately
uncaring. Her spirits had never seemed higher, her eyes brighter,
her tongue sharper, than during that interval of days; and she had
pretended to everyone, and her father, that she especially thought
boarding school must be great fun, and that she should enjoy it
immensely.
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