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Joey Shoves Her Oar In
Miss Wilson was cross. Her pupil, obviously dreaming and forgetting not only where she was, but the very meaning of the term "backwater", made a sudden wild lunge with her oars, caught a large and complicated crab, and ended up on her back in the bottom of the boat, most of the breath knocked out of her. The other occupant wiped the wide grin off his face as he leant forward from the stern to heave the crowing Jo to a sitting position. "Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously. "Wa-ah - ha-ah! Just - winded!" gasped Jo. "If you'd only remembered what I'd said, it wouldn't have happened," said Miss Wilson severely, as she left the steering to look after itself and, seizing one of Jo's forlornly trailing oars, tried hard to push off from the shingle-heap on which that young lady's exploit had grounded them. "Allow me," said Dr Maynard, seeing that Jo was getting her breath back, and carefully moving overto where Miss Wilson was struggling against the yielding shingle without much result. "Get her head straight, will you? Now--" He thrust hard against the bottom, and the boat moved a little. Two or three more good shoves did it, and they were once more safely floating on the lake. Jo mopped her scarlet face with a handkerchief that had seen better days, and gasped until she had got her breath back. Miss Wilson took no notice of her, for she felt very cross. It was too bad! Only yesterday evening she had been boasting to the newly arrived Dr Maynard of the rowing prowess of the Chalet School girls, and of Jo Bettany in particular. He had smiled politely, and said how nice it was for the girls to get a little boating. But this whole attitude had also suggested that an Oxford Rowing Blue didn't expect much in that line from schoolgirls. It was with the idea of expelling this notion that the mistress had invited him and Jo Bettany to come for a row that afternoon. The rest of the school disported itself in the other two boats under the eye of Miss Nalder, the games mistress, or bathed and swam with some of the other Staff on duty. And now Joey had let her down! Jo knew quite well what Miss Wilson was thinking. She put her handkerchief away, pushed the thick black fringe of her hair out of her eyes, and said apologetically, "I'm awfully sorry, Miss Wilson!" Miss Wilson's face did not relax. "I've told you before not tolet your thoughts wander when you're in a boat," she said briefly. "I know; I'm most awfully sorry." Jo sounded so penitent that Miss Wilson gave in. "We'll say no more. But I shouldn't like to think what might have happened if you were in a boat alone, Jo. Let her have the oars, Dr Maynard. She really can row quite well, though I admit her latest performance isn't calculated to make you think so." Dr Maynard gave up the oars, and Joey, determined to retrieve her reputation, put her whole back into the task, sending the boat skimming across the mirror-like surface of the lake with long, steady strokes. When Miss Wilson gave the word to return, the young doctor gave her a smiling nod. "Yes, Jo can row well on occasion. I congratulate you on her style, Miss Wilson. But look here, young woman," and he swung round on Jo. "You must learn to keep your head. It's the last thing to lose when you're in a boat. Lose your oars, lose your rudder - if lose them you must - but lose your head, and you're probably lost yourself!" "Not necessarily!" retorted Jo. "I can swim, you know." "Can you indeed?" he exclaimed. "But if you lost your head, even swimming mightn't be much use to you." They were nearing the shore by this time. The Tiernsee, loveliest of all Tyrol's lovely lakes, is by no means large. The doctor glanced across at the other boats, which were also pulling in rather expertly. "Good style!" he said to Miss Wilson. "I must say I admire your pupils." They had reached the little landing-stage at this point, where Hansi, boy-of-all-work at the school, was waiting to draw the boats in. The doctor sprang out and offered his hand first to Miss Wilson and then to Jo. But Jo's "back was up". She ignored the hand, jumped lightly ashore, and turned away, leaving the mistress surrounded by eager claimants for the next turn in the boats, and stalked off to the school garden, where she sought a certain large chestnut tree and flung herself into a deck-chair in the shade. Here she sprawled, comfortable if inelegantly, for the next twenty minutes, scowling blackly into the distance, and thinking things not lawful to be uttered. She was roused from this unpraiseworthy occupation by Matron, who happened to pass by and saw her. "Jo Bettany!" she exclaimed in horrified tones. "If you have finished with the boats, go and make yourself fit to be seen." "Yes, Matron," said Jo sulkily as she got to her feet, and went off to the house. "Oh hang!" she thought, making her way to her cubicle. "I do wish people would let people alone!" However, when she was washed and dressed in a clean frock, her gollywog mop brushed smooth, she had to admit that she felt better. She went back to the garden, where she found her own special coterie of friends congregated by the chestnut, awaiting her. The usual afternoon refection of Kaffee und Kuchen had been brought out, and by degrees Jo began to feel soothed, though she was not yet ready to forgive the doctor for having seen her make "a complete noodle of herself" as she phrased it." |
Jennie wrote: |
Roisin, I've just tried to read it, and the link doesn't work, not for me, anyway. |
Jennie wrote: |
Though that leads me to a question. When the school races against St. Scholastika's crew, how is that so many of the doctors from the San can just drop everything and go to act as starters and judges, etc. when we are always being told that they work all the hours of the day and night? |
keren wrote: |
As for discussion,
I don't know what EBD meant here, but for me reading the section transcribed, it looked like Miss Wilson looking for a legitimate reason to be alone (almost) with Jack! (2 grown ups and a girl of 15, and she is telling him what a good teacher she is) |
Carys wrote: |
Hmmm I now have a plot bunny running aroung my head...
Nell and Jack would have been good together, both strong personalities and she's a Catholic already, I want to rewrite the flight in Exile now... |
Róisín wrote: |
Mia: you are kidding! *insert expletive about Armada* Could they not leave anything alone?! Gah. |
Carys wrote: |
Hmmm I now have a plot bunny running aroung my head...
Nell and Jack would have been good together, both strong personalities and she's a Catholic already, I want to rewrite the flight in Exile now... |
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