|But then switches back again? I think she only did a couple of daft things, definitely not enough daft things to stop her being HG anyhow.|
|I can't warm to Anne Seymour though - maybe because EBD doesn't like her. Do we need a drabble to change this?|
|Then there's the time when Jo is fooling about and Anne asks for quiet because she's trying to work, and Jo is all offended because she's head girl and not to be spoken to like that.|
She was seated in the head-girl's chair, next to her own chum,
Anne Seymour. Anne should really have held the position, but a wild
escapade during the previous term had resulted in her being set aside,
her friend being chosen instead.
Anne herself acknowledged that she had got no more than her due,
and she sat beside Louise without a thought of envy in her heart.
|I thought Margia or Elsie would have been more logical. They were the obvious leaders.|
|Anne speaks to her as she would any other classmate who was irritating her, and Joey goes off in a snit.|
| Or perhaps EBD identified with Jo so closely she didn't even notice that she was doing it.
|Sunday was a quiet day, only broken by attendance at the services; and with Monday cam the round of ordinary work. Exams were now looming ahead, so most people were thankful to settle down and study hard. On the exam results depended largely the removes for the coming year, so that even the middles, scared lest they should be left down, were to be found with books in their hands.
‘I’m sick of French, German, Italian, Spanish, history, geography—’
A cushion cut short Jo’s diatribe on the Thursday evening of that week.
‘You aren’t nearly as sick of them as we are of your voice!’ Anne Seymour assured her. ‘Go and put your head in a bag! If you don’t want to work, other people do!’
Simone, who was trying to cover a year’s work in one week, heaved a sigh of relief, stuck her fingers more firmly into her ears, and glued her attention to her Histoire de l’Europe. Vanna and Carla, struggling with the plays of Molière, never even looked up. Only Marie and Frieda smiled sympathetically at Jo, as she tossed the cushion aside, rose with much dignity, and left the prefects’ room where they were all working.
‘Jo is annoyed, Anne,’ said Sophie Hamel.
‘Can’t help it if she is,’ retorted Anne. ‘It’s all very well for her. She leaves at the end of this term. But I simply must have a decent showing!’
Later, however, when she had forgotten all about the little contretemps, she was startled to find that a pleasant remark of hers was snubbed by the Head Girl. Anne had merely said, looking at the sunset, ‘Alpengluck to-night! That means rain to-morrow. Well, the courts can do with it, Jo, can’t they? They’re beginning to crack all over with the heat.’
‘Indeed?’ was Jo’s only comment, as she moved away.
Anne stared after her in amazement. ‘What on earth’s the matter with Jo now?’ she demanded of the company present.
‘She’s made because of what you did and said before Abendessen,’ said Louise Redfield.
‘Jo made for a little thing like that! Oh, don’t’ be stupid!’
‘At the same time,’ said Frieda quietly, ‘it was not quite the thing from a sub-prefect to the Head Girl, Anne. If I were you, I would ask pardon for it.’
‘I’ll do no such thing!’ retorted Anne, up in arms at once. ‘If Jo Bettany likes to be such a baby about a little joke, she can just carry on! I’m not going to do anything about it.’
What Frieda knew, though she had no intention of saying it, was that Jo was feeling rather unhappy about it. As she had truly said, for most of the others there was definite work to do. Frieda herself was to go up to the Sonnalpe to help her sister-in-law, once Gisela Marani; for a little sister had come for small Natalie only a week ago, and Gisela’s hands would be full. Marie had her betrothal coming; Simone was going to the Sorbonne at the next semestre; Carla, Vanna, Sophie, Eva von Heiling, all had something awaiting them. Carla was to take up signing and go to Florence to study; Vanna, the only child of an invalid mother, would have plenty to do at home; Sophie had two small sister to whom she was to act governess for the next two years; and Eva had announced her intention of going to England to train as a kennel-maid, thus turning to advantage her undoubted influence over animals. Only Jo would find little to do. Her sister had an excellent nurse, and was engaging a young girl to take charge of the Bettany twins until they were old enough for school. There was her singing, of course; and her writing. But Jo felt that she would have no settled duties, and after the full, busy life she had led at school, she found the prospect very dull.
|Jo felt that she would have no settled duties, and after the full, busy life she had led at school, she found the prospect very dull.|
|All the other girls had clear career paths to follow or specific roles at home. Why didn't Jo have something like that? She could have done English or history at university, or studied singing like Carla.|
Joey gets away with a lot, just for being Joey, the way Mary-Lou gets away with a lot, just for being Mary-Lou.
|She knew that if she were caught she would get into trouble, so this may have accounted for what happened.|
|In defence of Anne, isn't she the one who volunteers to stay with the Robin while the others go up to see the glacier (Madge's instructions by the way, that Jo must see it)|
|Fortunately, everyone loves the Robin so there was no problem getting a babysitter!|
|I suppose it would have been unfair on Joey if she had missed out on the trip too, though. I think she would have sacrificed herself, which was why Madge made sure she would go.
Yes, as I said above, she can't have been that thoughtless, if Miss Wilson and Jo thought she was a suitable person to look after the Robin. And she was certainly unselfish. But I do think it was unfair that someone had to miss out on the trip just so Jo could see the glacier. I wonder what Miss Wilson would have done if no-one had volunteered.
|Louise felt rather diffident as to her ability to take Jo’s place; but those who had appointed her felt no doubt. She was seated in the head-girl’s chair, next to her own chum, Anne Seymour. Anne should really have held the position, but a wild escapade during the previous term had resulted in her being set aside, her friend being chosen instead.
Anne herself acknowledged that she had got no more than her due, and she sat beside Louise without a thought of envy in her hear, though now and then she wished she had kept her head last term.
|‘It’s more than you look,’ observed Anne Seymour, a pretty English girl of almost seventeen, who was sub-prefect this term, and knew that she would probably be games prefect the next.|
|Anne was silly to leave the iron on but Louise was silly to go into the school after Jo's book. Maybe Anne is a bit quiet for HG?|
|If she could wet her flowers, they would be so much fresher when she got home. Only she couldn't put them into the stream, because it was a wild little brook, and its fury might dash the blossoms to pieces. She must go to the rock wall which hemmed in the valley at the eastern side, and try to dabble them in th epool which she had noticed the water had made for itself just at the edge. Accordingly, she left the others and crossed to where the water swirled into the tiny basin, seeming to pause a moment before it hurled itself over to the rock beneath. It was not a safe thing to do, for the splashing of the water had made the rocks slippery, and there was a sheer drop of sevety or eighty feet below. But Anne reckoned nothing of that. She climbed up, and then bent down, clinging to the tiny parapet with one hand. She knew that if she were caught she would get into trouble, so this may have accounted for what happened. Or it may have been that she was wearing new sandals. However it came about, her foot sudden;y slipped. She shrieked, and clutched at the parapet; but it, like hre foothold, was slippery, and her clutching fingers slid off it. With another wild cry, echoed by one a little behind her, she fell. Merecifully, a fir-tree a little way down had found root-hold, and she crashed against its trunk. Grimly she grabbed it, and just succeeded in staying her fall. The tree was a young one, and she was not sure how its roots would bear the strain of her weight, for she was a well-built girl.
But help was at hand. Jo Bettany had heard her first scream, and, dropping her flowers, she rushd to the edge, and kneeling down, looked over.
"Hold on, Anne!" she called. "I'm coming!"
Before anyone had quite realised what had happened, she had wrenched off her sandals, and was standing on the slippery parapet, her toes gripping the tiny rough edges fo the rock with the prehensile grip of a monkey. Cautiously she lowered herself to another projection just below; and then, clinging with one hand and both knees and toes, she stooped down.
"Stretch up!" she called. "You can reach my hand, and help will be here soon."
Anne had recovered her head now. Moving cautiously in case she overbalanced, she reached up and her fingers met Joey's, and clung with firm "sailor's grip".
..Miss Wilson could see though the girls could not, that the little fir was beginning to wrench itself away from the rock wall. It would not hold much longer, and then, not only Anne, but Joey too, must be flung to a ledge far beneath.
|That's far more detail than in the paperback. Nothing about Anne knowing that she would be in trouble.|
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