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#1: The School at .....? Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 3:46 pm


Those of you who were at the FG will remember Lesley's rather disturbing bedtime drabble. This is the consequence!

Madge and Dick Bettany looked at each other with worry in their eyes as the sound of coughing drifted downstairs.
“I don’t know what to do about you two girls,” said Dick to his twin sister. “I’m due back in India very soon, and I don’t feel I can leave you to fend for yourselves. Money isn’t too plentiful you know, and taking you both back to India with me isn’t an option. It wouldn’t suit Jo at all.”
Madge smiled at her brother. “Don’t worry about us, old thing,” she said. “I have a plan for us both. You’re right, India wouldn’t suit Jo at all – too damp. She needs somewhere with warmth and dry air, and she won’t get them here in England either.”
“Where then?” asked Dick. “What have you got up your sleeve now Madge?” He knew from experience that if she had made up her mind, nothing he could say would shift her.
Madge looked at him speculatively. “Do you remember that wonderful holiday we had about three years ago?” she asked.
Dick nodded. “Do I not! That was the holiday of a lifetime. Jo loved the place – well she would do with her love of history – and it suited her health too.”
“Well I thought I could go and live there,” said Madge. “We know that the living is cheap out there.”
“Not cheap enough Madge,” said Dick. “You would need some sort of an income.”
“I’d thought of that too,” said Madge. “I thought that I could start a school. Jo wouldn’t lose out on her education that way, and we might get some of the children of Englishmen living out there too.”
“My dear good girl, wouldn’t that take more money than we have simply to set it up?” asked Dick in astonishment. “And you couldn’t possibly teach every subject.”
“I thought that I would ask Elise to come with us,” said Madge. “She can take Languages. The rest can be added in as and when we find the need. Let’s get Jo down and see what she thinks.”
Dick went to the door and called up the stairs. “Jo! Come here would you? We need to talk.”
“Okey doke,” came the reply, followed by what sounded as a herd of young elephants as Jo charged down the stairs, to arrive in the salon out of breath and trying to control another outbreak of coughing.
“Steady on Jo,” said Dick. “You know what racing about like that does.”
“I know,” said Jo. “But it’s such a bother to have to remember all the time.”
“Sit down and listen Jo,” said Madge. “We have been talking about what we must do when Dick goes back to India, and we – well I then! – have a plan. You remember that holiday we had a few years ago? You loved every minute. I mean to go and live there.”[/b]


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#2:  Author: KatieLocation: A Yorkshire lass in London PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 3:57 pm


Thank you Auntie Pat - I hoped you'd take this on. Ooooh, a bit of mystery for non-gatherers... Wink

 


#3:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:06 pm


Won't they be frustrated not knowing where the school is moving too! Thank you Pat!

 


#4:  Author: KatieLocation: A Yorkshire lass in London PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:07 pm


D'you think this counts as gloating? Ah well, they'll find out sooner or later. Twisted Evil Very Happy

 


#5:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:09 pm


Well it might - but I can't see that Auntie Pat can go that much longer without haven't to mention it!

 


#6:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:10 pm


Oh I don't know! We have all the places en route after all!!! Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil

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#7:  Author: KatieLocation: A Yorkshire lass in London PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:10 pm


Depends how long she keeps us hanging for the next post really.

 


#8:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:21 pm


Pat wrote:
Oh I don't know! We have all the places en route after all!!! Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil
*g* indeed we do!!!

 


#9:  Author: KatieLocation: A Yorkshire lass in London PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:23 pm


Pat wrote:
Oh I don't know! We have all the places en route after all!!! Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil
Ooohhh, Auntie Pat, you *are* norty! *g*

 


#10:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:34 pm


Hehe its very shiny to see this, thank you norty Auntie Pat Very Happy

 


#11:  Author: RebeccaLocation: Kendal/Oxford PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:30 pm


Oh, the fun of gloating! Thank you Auntie Pat! It looks very shiny!

 


#12:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:31 pm


Thank you Pat - lovely first post.Would be very mistified if I didn't already know!Yes Carolyn this is the one I meant!

 


#13:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:34 pm


By the time Dick had to return to India all was ready. The house was packed up and most of their personal possessions crated, all except those things they would need on the journey. Mlle Elise Lepattre had agreed to come with them, and to bring with her her niece, Simone Lecoutier. A further addition to the party was Grizel Cochrane, who lived in the same town as the Bettanys. Jo could hardly contain her excitement as they boarded the train for Southampton and the ship that would take them to their destination. Grizel showed less obvious excitement, just a deep satisfaction to be leaving an unhappy home behind her. By the time they had boarded the ship and found their berths Jo was exhausted, her eyes showing like black smudges in a white face, and the cough that she had never really thrown off since the project had been discussed was deeper, wracking her body. Madge was fervently hoping that the time at sea would help her young sister to throw off the infection, for she was becoming very worried that it indicated something far worse, that she hardly dared to even think about.
Madge and Mlle shared one cabin, and Grizel and Jo shared another. Simone would also be with them when they docked at Le Havre. Madge made sure that Jo went straight to bed as soon as their cases arrived, and she was sound asleep even before the door closed behind her sister. Grizel, being a few years older, stayed up for the evening meal, served as the ship left Southampton behind.


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#14:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:40 pm


Thanks Pat!

 


#15:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:47 pm


Hehee! Wonderful! Thank you Auntie Pat!

 


#16:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:57 pm


If you can let us non-Gatherers know when you've decided to stop childishly trying to point out that, yet again, we are not part of the club, that would be helpful. At that point, I think that this might be an interesting drabble to read.

 


#17:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 6:03 pm


Chelsea wrote:
If you can let us non-Gatherers know when you've decided to stop childishly trying to point out that, yet again, we are not part of the club, that would be helpful. At that point, I think that this might be an interesting drabble to read.
Agrees with Chelsea.

 


#18:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 6:05 pm


Chelsea wrote:
If you can let us non-Gatherers know when you've decided to stop childishly trying to point out that, yet again, we are not part of the club, that would be helpful. At that point, I think that this might be an interesting drabble to read.
I'm sorry if you thought that Chelsea. I didn't mean it to sound cliquish at all. It was only that the inspiration came directly from Lesley's drabble, and you will be able to read that when the G site is up.

 


#19:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 8:59 pm


Well I think we non-gatherers have the advantage here - as we don't yet know the outcome! Far more exciting for us! Wink Looking forward to enlightenment! But not too quickly... Smile Thankyou Pat Very Happy

 


#20:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 12:15 am


Pat's bunny's obviously been biting very hard since the journey home To all those not present at the FG, you will love it and the destination is worth waiting for (almost wishes I didn't know so I could join in the guessing) And you did have some drabbles of your own which we haven't been able to see Very Happy

 


#21:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 4:01 am


Pat wrote:
you will be able to read that when the G site is up.
Not a whole lot of comfort, given that we're still trying to be patient about the Summer Gather site.Rolling Eyes But perhaps Uto could torture unkind gloaters without mercy until that day comes. Twisted Evil
Dawn wrote:
And you did have some drabbles of your own which we haven't been able to see
No comparison! Particularly since three out of our four are posted and available.... But Pat -- this is a most interesting start! Though I'm wibbling a bit over Joey's cough, and the implications of the word "disturbing" in your intro ....

 


#22:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:35 am


I didn't think my drabble was disturbing! It was only pointing out how things could be different if just small things changed. Pat, this is good,glad bunny is biting. Laughing

 


#23:  Author: KatieLocation: A Yorkshire lass in London PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 2:47 pm


Lesley wrote:
I didn't think my drabble was disturbing! It was only pointing out how things could be different if just small things changed. Pat, this is good,glad bunny is biting. Laughing
Did you not hear the gasps of horror as it was read out? Although I agree it would be fun not to know what the destination was...

 


#24:  Author: EmilyLocation: Land of White Coats and Stethoscopes. PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 3:29 pm


Lesley wrote:
I didn't think my drabble was disturbing! It was only pointing out how things could be different if just small things changed.
Exactly, it was terrifying! Lovely start, Pat!

 


#25:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:42 pm


It was VERY scary!!! (and I had to READ it out!!!)

 


#26:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:44 pm


They weren't axactly small things that got changed, were they? Shocked

 


#27:  Author: EllaLocation: Staffordshire PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 9:15 pm


As another not-at-gather type, consider me suitably disturbed! :hiding: Intrigued now.... looking forward to finding out more! typing

 


#28:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 9:25 pm


Pat wrote:
They weren't axactly small things that got changed, were they? Shocked
Well in a way, they were small changes - it was the consequences of the changes that was a little disturbing.

 


#29:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 9:32 pm


Lesley wrote:
Pat wrote:
They weren't axactly small things that got changed, were they? Shocked
Well in a way, they were small changes - it was the consequences of the changes that was a little disturbing.
Twisted Evil This drabble being one of said consequences!!!

 


#30:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 11:53 pm


Vikki wrote:
It was VERY scary!!! (and I had to READ it out!!!)
and a good job you made of it too given the subject matter!

 


#31:  Author: Rachel PostPosted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 9:29 am


Could you stop yibbling and get on with this drabble please? As someone who also wasn't at the Gathering, I want to know where this is all going! Hurry up!

 


#32:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 10:11 am


I want to know too!

 


#33:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 11:32 am


Me too! Starting to feel quite worried...

 


#34:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 10:14 pm


Please be patient. Yesterday I spent packing Mum's stuff up. Today I went back to her old home with jumbo Transit van, loaded her stuff and took it down to Rushden where Steve & I unpacked it all again. I am totally knackered! I will try and write some more tomorrow.

 


#35:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 10:21 pm


you're forgiven, Pat *sits with cup of hot chocolate until Pat can continue*

 


#36:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 10:23 pm


*hugs Auntie Pat tight* You take as long as you need hunny! *hugs again*

 


#37:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:09 am


Hands out hot chocolate with cream and brandy in it (well I've got earache again and I'm sure Matey would say it was medicinal Wink ) Thinking of you Pat - as you know all too well we are all far too impatient for our own good and it will probably do us good to wait Very Happy Hope that Friday goes well and that you can have a real rest before going back to work on Monday

 


#38:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 6:35 am


Any more of that hot choc & cream for me? Wink *sigh* why is it only when I'm ill that I have time to catch up on the board?! (Mind you, that is a perk of being ill!) Very exciting, wanted to suggest the Isle of Wight (the climate is so different!) but if there are lots of places en-route then possibly not ... *Lisa, who has disturbing black smudges for eyes at the moment* (why does a chest infection turn your eyes to black smudges?! Shocked )

 


#39:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 10:23 am


Ooo Hot chocolate, thank you! Settles down to wait patiently!

 


#40:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 12:21 pm


hope you get a chance to have a rest Pat, and that your mum's move goes smoothly. Don't worry about us impatient types, we're quite comfy here with our hot choc!

 


#41:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 1:31 pm


Thanks for this Pat - looking forward to seeing more

Liz


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#42:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 10:24 pm


Jo slept so soundly that she was completely unaware of the ship docking at Le Havre, and of the bustle as Simone arrived in the little cabin and was put to bed. The first she knew was when the daylight crept through the small port hole and woke her. The frst thing she heard was muffled weeping coming from one of the other beds, and she knew that this had to be the new arrival, for Grizel never allowed her emotions to show in this way. Jo sat up in bed and looked across the cabin. Grizel was sound asleep, and all she could see of Simone was a hump in the middle of the bed that shook in time to the sobs. They were so heart-broken that Jo slipped out of bed and padded across to Simone’s berth.
“I say old thing,” she said as she perched on the side of the berth. “What’s the matter?”
The sobs subsided for a minute as a muffled voice emerged from the bedclothes.
“It is that I wish to be at home,” said Simone, the words ending with a hiccup. “I want ma mere.” With these words the sobs resumed, and nothing Jo could do would stop them. Therefore she got herself dressed and hurried to the neighbouring cabin in search of her sister. She found her just closing the cabin door and heaved a sigh of relief.
“Madge, could you come to Simone? She’s sobbing like anything and I can’t make her stop. She says she wants her mother.”
Madge smiled down at her young sister. “Of course I’ll come Jo,” she said. “The poor girl is homesick. She’s never been away from her mother before, and now she’s going a long way away. Why don’t you go up to the dining room and get your breakfast since you’re up and about? You know where it is, don’t you?”
“Yes of course I do. I’ll see you up there shall I?”
Madge nodded and opened the door. Simone’s sobs continued unabated, and Madge smiled at her sister before softly closing the door, cutting off the pitiful crying.

 


#43:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 10:37 pm


Lovely Pat. Still keeping it along the same lines as the original story.
Thank you.

 


#44:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:20 am


Lovely thank you Pat!

 


#45:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 1:33 pm


Thanks Pat, I have a inkling about where they could be going...

 


#46:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 3:06 pm


Thanks Pat - Hope Simone can be cheered up soon

Liz

 


#47:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 4:39 pm


Thank you Aunty Pat!!

May we have lots more soon?! Very Happy

 


#48:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 7:26 pm


The next morning the party awoke to find the ship tossing its way across the Bay of Biscay, which was certainly trying to live up to its reputation for bad weather. Jo looked across to the bunk which had been empty when she had gone to bed, but all she could see was a mound of bedclothes. Grizel saw where she was looking and puled a face.
“I think she cried herself to sleep last night,” she said quietly. “She was crying when she came aboard. I hope she’s not going to prove a cry-baby, or we’ll really be for it!”
“Let her sleep in,” said Jo as she scrambled into her clothes. “She may feel better when she’s had a good sleep. I’m going to get breakfast. Coming?”
When the two girls returned to the cabin they found a very woebegone Simone just finishing dressing. She still looked suspiciously red about the eyes, though her tears had ceased.
“Hello old thing,” said Jo. “Had a good sleep. I bet you’re starving aren’t you? Shall I show you where the dining room is?”
Simone smiled slightly. “If you please,” she said quietly. “What are you called? I know one is Josephine and one Grizel.”
“Coo, you don’t have to use my Sunday-best name you know. I’m Jo and this is Grizel. And you’re Simone. Don’t you think this is a wizard idea?”
“Me, I would have wanted to stay at home,” said Simone dolefully. “I have never left ma mere before, and I want her so much.”
Seeing the likelihood of further tears, Jo hurried Simone out of the cabin and up to the dining room, where she found Madge and Mlle eating their own breakfast. Simone slipped into a chair beside Mlle, and managed to eat a good meal, in spite of her home sickness. None of the party were suffering from the movement of the ship, though many other passengers, were, judging from the empty room.
When they had finished their meal, the whole party settled themselves on the aft deck, where deck quoits were laid out. Before long all but Mlle, who claimed to be too old for such things, were endeavouring to throw their quoits as close to the target as they could. All four were shrieking with laughter, even Madge, though she privately promised herself to keep such relaxed behaviour strictly for holiday times, or she would be hard pressed to maintain discipline n her little school. By the time bedtime came for Jo and Simone they had left the Bay behind them and were heading south along the Portuguese coast towards their next port of call at Lisbon, which they would reach shortly after breakfast. Since they were travelling on a cargo ship, they would have time to explore the city, for it would take most of the day to unload the cargo, and take on other things. Jo was excited at the prospect, for she loved history and knew that Portugal had been in the forefront of exploration during the Middle Ages. Simone, who had conceived a passion for her, was happy to follow in her footsteps, whilst Grizel, more down-to-earth, was simply looking forward to seeing how people lived in another country.


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#49:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 8:06 pm


Goody goody, two more posts to read! Very Happy You have got the characters so well; you've got them behaving so 'realistically'. It's such a fascinating concept as well. Looking forward to the next part!

 


#50:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 8:39 pm


Thanks Pat.
Looking forward to more!

 


#51:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 8:58 pm


Lovely posts - thanks Pat. Laughing

 


#52:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 8:58 pm


Thank you Pat! Very Happy

 


#53:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:14 pm


Brilliant

*sits quietly formulating a theory as to their destination but decides to just sit it out*

 


#54:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 9:55 am


Thank you Pat! Lovely!

 


#55:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 2:08 pm


So good Pat

The characterrs are just so good - excellent that you've got them visiting Lisbon - wonder what adventures they'll have?

Has anyone guessed correctly re the destination?

 


#56:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 2:17 pm


Not so far Dawn. they'd have to be really lucky to hit on the right place!!! Twisted Evil

 


#57:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 3:39 pm


Thank yuo Pat. It is a nice change to see them visiting Lisbon instead of Paris. Looking forward to the next update.

 


#58:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 9:17 pm


Pat wrote:
Not so far Dawn. they'd have to be really lucky to hit on the right place!!! Twisted Evil


I don't know - I think i could guess! Wink Twisted Evil

 


#59:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 10:26 pm


I haven't the foggiest notion where they are going - but I'm enjoying their getting there!

Please, ma'am, may we have some 'ore (said in best Oliver Twist voice)

 


#60:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 3:55 pm


Pat wrote:
“Hell old thing,” said Jo.


Can't imagine that kind of language being allowed in the CS, wherever it is!! Laughing

Thanks Pat - lovely to see themselves enjoying quoits - and Jo finding somewhere en route to satisfy her passion for history!

Liz

 


#61:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 9:09 pm


LizB wrote:
Pat wrote:
“Hell old thing,” said Jo.


Can't imagine that kind of language being allowed in the CS, wherever it is!! Laughing

Thanks Pat - lovely to see themselves enjoying quoits - and Jo finding somewhere en route to satisfy her passion for history!

Liz


Woops!! Edited the typo!!

 


#62:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 5:50 pm


The ship berthed at Lisbon the following morning, and the party disembarked immediately after breakfast, eager to see as much of the city as they could in the short time they had. Madge was keen to use the journey to broaden the experiences of the girls, for they would not be able to travel back to England very often, once they reached their destination. They took a taxi down the coast to the Tower of Belem, built as one of three forts to protect the city in the 1400s, and built right on the edge of the River Tagus. As they reached the entrance Jo stopped and gazed around her.
“Just think what this tower has seen,” she said. “All the great explorers like Vasco De Gama setting off on their travels, the ships and the people.”
“Oh you and your mooning about history,” said Grizel, teasingly. “I like the building all right, but I’m looking forward to seeing the rest of the town, especially the shops.”
“What do you want to see Simone?” asked Mlle.
Simone raised her eyes to her cousin. “I do not know Tante Elise,” she said in a mournful voice. “I would rather be at home.”
Mlle Lepattre sighed. She knew that her niece was homesick and had expected it, for she had never been away from home before, but she had hoped that the new sights and sounds would bring the girl out of her misery.

When they had seen all they could of the Tower, they returned to the centre of Lisbon and the oldest area remaining after the great earthquake of 1755 had levelled much of the city . The Alfama area was full of winding streets and steep stairs, with the remains of both Roman and Arab architecture. Here Grizel was in her element, seeing how the ordinary people went about their daily lives. Even Simone looked about her with some interest, and Jo, of course, loved the mixture of styles and the air of history that hung about the area. They found a small restaurant for lunch which consisted of wonderful grilled sardine with fresh vegetables, followed by Belem tarts – custard tarts flavoured with cinnamon and sugar powder.

With time beginning to run short, the party then took the Gloria Funicular, opened in 1885, up to the Biarrio Alto (High Quarter), where there were wonderful views across the city from the San Pedro de Alcantara. Here Madge insisted that they rested for a little while, the first instance of the afternoon rest which would become an integral part of her school when it started. None of them were loathe to rest, for the seats gave them views across the city and the river beyond. They returned to the ship with time to spare before it sailed, having had a wonderful day exploring.

When the three girls finally retired for the night, they slept like logs, even Grizel making no fuss about going to bed at the same time as the others for once.

 


#63:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 6:29 pm


Lovely Pat - love the 'normal' Chalet School items in among all the exotic!

 


#64:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 7:32 pm


That was a lovely post Pat, thank you!

 


#65:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 10:17 pm


So, Auntie Pat, how much further do they have to travel, and how long will it take them...or is this so you have lots of time to research the place before writing about the school there? Twisted Evil

 


#66:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 10:39 pm


*Wonders where the next stop will be*

 


#67:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 9:49 am


Thank you Pat. Lovely - very clever the way you are linking in ideas etc. from the books.

 


#68:  Author: Helen CLocation: Sheffield/Luton PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 10:54 am


Thanks Pat this is great.

*thinks where they could be going from Lisbon*

 


#69:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 1:34 pm


Lovely Pat!

And just like in the books, I'm absorbing interesting facts about Lisbon while hardly realising it!

Liz

 


#70:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 3:01 pm


Thank you Pat very informative and very clever.

 


#71:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 7:25 pm


The next day dawned rather misty, and Madge decreed that they should spend their time in the lounge instead of braving the decks. She was not inclined to risk Jo’s delicate health in the damp conditions outside, and so they had to content themselves with playing various games inside. At first they were satisfied with various card games, which took them most of the morning, but after lunch Grizel rebelled.
“I’m sick and tired of cards,” she said. “Isn’t their something else we could do?”
”What about those paper games you and Dick used to play?” asked Jo, who was as tired of cards as Grizel.
“You mean Consequences and Book reviews? That’s a good idea Jo. We’ll get Mlle to join us, as it is better with as many folk as possible.”

Mlle laid down her embroidery with a smile. “I shall be glad to join you, ma petites,” she said in her gentle voice. “I have finished this part of my work, so I am quite at liberty.”
The two adults had to hush both Jo and Grizel more than once as they shouted with laughter at the results of the games, though Simone remained very subdued. She was beginning to feel a great deal of admiration for Jo, who was everything she sometimes wished that she could be - friendly, outgoing, hail-fellow-well-met. Simone was far too shy to become like Jo, but she was full of admiration for her.

The sun broke through in the late afternoon, and the party hailed it with delight. The games had palled and they were all feeling fidgety and ready for exercise.
“May we have a race around the deck Miss Bettany?” asked Grizel. “I am so tired of just sitting.”
“I’m sorry my dear,” replied Madge. “We are not the only people who will want to stretch our legs, and we must think of others. However, you may walk briskly, and that must be enough. We shall have plenty of exercise tomorrow to make up for it.”
“I can’t wait till tomorrow!” said Jo. “It’s going to be wizard, I think.”
Madge laughed. “Well I’m afraid that you must just possess your soul in patience Jo,” she said. “Tomorrow will come soon enough.”

 


#72:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 7:46 pm


How very CS! Laughing

 


#73:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 8:02 pm


And just what will tomorrow bring???

 


#74:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 8:11 pm


fantastic - and i love the little confectionery detail is the last but one post!

***mmm custard tarts***

 


#75:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 8:28 pm


Hmmm also wonders where next stop will be...

 


#76:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 8:34 pm


So Lisbon, and we still don't know wether they are going to go East or West from there! Laughing

 


#77:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 9:53 pm


This is great Pat, so very CSesy Very Happy

 


#78:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 9:57 pm


It was still dark when Jo awoke the next morning, though there was the faintest hint of the coming dawn in the sky. She slipped out of bed and dressed quietly, so as not to disturb the other two girls. Then she crept out of the cabin and up onto the deck. The ship was close to the shore with the land showing black against the lightening sky as Jo made her way to the port side of the ship. She was not the only one up early, for quite a crowd had gathered. The sun lifted above the horizon and lit the rock looming out of the darkness with a rosy glow. It towered over the surrounding countryside, jutting out into the sea. Jo sighed with delighted pleasure, for she had heard how magical Gibraltar could be with the sunrise reflecting form the rock face, and she had hoped that the weather would be kind.
“Does it fulfil your expectations Jo,” asked a voice behind her, and she turned to see her sister.
“It’s topping,” she replied. “Better than I had expected.”
“I’m glad of that. We’ll have till early afternoon to explore it, and there is plenty to see. Now come in and have breakfast or we won’t have time to see it all!”
Jo laughed, but she linked her arm through her sister’s and pulled her into the dining room to join the others.
“What do you all want to see first?” asked Madge. “Simone, suppose you suggest something.”
Simone went bright red at this notice, but managed to reply.
“Me, I would like to see the monkeys,” she said.
“The Barbary Apes? Yes, we must certainly see those.”
“And the Changing of the Guard,” put in Grizel. “It seems odd to have that outside London.”
Mlle declared that she would stay in the town while the rest made their way up the rock to see the apes.
“I am happy to stay and look at the shops,” she said. “The climb would make me very tired.”
The climb was certainly steep, but the views that opened up to them made it worth while. When they finally reached the terrace where many of the apes were playing they were all a little out of breath and were ready to rest. At first they could see very few animals, and were just beginning to feel disappointed when Jo gave a squeal.
“Look in the tress,” she cried. “There are heaps of them there.”
Sure enough, the cliff trees were swarming with apes, which quickly came running and jumping out to meet them. Simone shrank back against Madge in alarm, but Jo and Grizel each armed with a back of food to feed them, moved forward eagerly. Almost immediately Jo found one of them sitting on top of her head, and she giggled.
“It does feel funny,” she said. “Heavy too.”
Simone daringly left the protection afforded by staying close to Madge and came to join Jo and Grizel, hesitatingly offering a handful of nuts. An ape ran up her legs and made a grab for the food, and then she rocked forward, nearly falling, as two landed on her shoulders. She screamed in fright, as Jo caught her just in time to stop her going over, and the apes leapt off her back onto the ground as the nuts fell from her hand. Simone was shaking and tears were running down her face.
“Come on old thing,” said Jo. “They’ve gone now and your not hurt.”
“What a cry-baby,” muttered Grizel, though not quietly enough for Jo heard her and swung round.
“Don’t be so rotten Grizel,” she said. “Simone got a fright. She wasn’t expecting them to land on her like that, were you Simone?”
Simone shook her head, trying to stifle her tears, for she hated to be thought a baby. However, the incident had strengthened her growing admiration for Jo Bettany. As they walked down the road again, with Jo still hovering protectively next to Simone, the French girl stopped, pulling Jo to a halt too.
“Jo, will you be my aimee intime?” she asked. “I have never had a friend like that, and I so wish you would be.”
“Of course we can be chums,” said Jo, not realising the exact meaning of Simone’s request. “We three are the first pupils for the school, so of course we will be friends.”

 


#79:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 10:06 pm


Poor Jo, she doesn't realise what she has let herself in for does she!


Gib, so they could still be going anywhere in the world!

 


#80:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 10:42 pm


Hmmm maybe in the direction of the Suez Canal....

 


#81:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 10:56 pm


Brilliant! The characters are developing SO nicely!!

 


#82:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 11:00 pm


So CS, it's brilliant!

More soon please Pat?

*smiles sweetly*

 


#83:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 12:15 am


Lovely - Thanks Pat

Liz

 


#84:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 7:11 am


Excellent - thanks Pat.

 


#85:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 10:31 am


Fantastic - thank you Pat!

 


#86:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 3:01 pm


Lovely posts Pat, thanks. Poor Jo and Simone!

 


#87:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 8:08 pm


The ship would take a good two days to reach the next port, so Madge decreed that lessons would be the order of the day - or at least for the mornings.
“Do we have to?” grumbled Jo. “Won’t it be soon enough for that when we get there?”
“Josephine,” Madge’s voice was quiet, but Jo knew that tone of old, and subsided like a pricked balloon.
Madge’s idea of lessons turned out to be a preparation for their next trip ashore, and therefore far more interesting than the three girls had expected. They learnt something about the recent history of the country, how the currency worked, and what sights they would see. The ship was scheduled to stay in port for a couple of days, so Madge had arranged for them to spend two nights ashore. It was late evening when they docked at Civitavecchia, and Jo and Simone were fast asleep. Grizel was preparing for bed and so saw no more than they did, much to her disgust.
The following morning the party were up bright and early, so that they could catch the train inland. Civitavecchia was a fifty minute journey from Rome, and they had accommodation booked in a convent that specialised in catering for parties. Everyone looked eagerly out of the window as they neared the station, for this was a new experience for them all.
After leaving their overnight cases at the convent, they sallied forth to explore the city. Even Grizel, more interested in the way people lived in the present, was excited at the thought of actually visiting the Coliseum, and it exceeded their expectations, being far larger than any of them had envisioned. So much of it was still standing that it was possible to picture it in it’s heyday, with gladiators fighting to the death with each other, or Christians being sacrificed for their faith. The floor was missing so that they could see all the rooms underneath, and the shafts for the lifts which brought the animals into the arena. Even Simone brightened up, though she clung very close to Jo, much to that lady’s annoyance.
The Forum was next on the agenda, and this made a contrast, as there was much less still in existence. It did not have the same dark undercurrents as the Coliseum, and their spirits lifted in consequence. The following morning they then headed for the Vatican city. Grizel found the ornamentation inside St Peter’s too much for her, and dismissed it almost contemptuously. Simone of course, being Catholic, was in raptures, and asked if they were likely to see the Pope. For Jo, the beauty of the place left her breathless, for although it was more ostentatious than she was quite used to, she knew that it had been built to the glory of God, and drank it in. Madge, Jo and Grizel climbed up the dome to the viewing point at the top, leaving Simone with Mlle, neither of whom fancied the steep climb. The view was well worth it however, looking out high above the piazza far below. They could see the rows of terracotta roofing tiles used throughout Italy and the river winding through the city.

After lunch Grizel asked if they could visit the Trevi Fountain.
“I want to throw a coin into it, so that I shall come back again,” she said. “I know it’s only superstition, but it’s what everyone does in Rome, isn’t it?”
Madge smiled and assented. It was while Jo was throwing her own coin into the Fountain that an accident was just avoided. Two girls came running up behind her calling out to a lady standing near her.
“Signorina Maynard.”
One of them cannoned into Jo, and it was only the intervention of the lady that prevented her falling headlong into the Fountain.
“Scusi” Mi diaspace!” the girls cried and continued to speak in rapid Italian that none of them understood.
Seeing the incomprehension on Jo’s face, the lady hushed the excited girls with a few crisp words of Italian and turned to Jo.
“Do you perhaps speak English?” she asked hopefully.
“We are English,” cried Jo, as Madge came hurrying up to see what the fuss was about.
Luigia was begging your pardon for bumping into you like that,” said Miss Maynard. She turned to the girl who had bumped into Jo, the younger of the two. “Now is a good time to practice your English Luigia,” she said.
“I am very sorry to have run into you,” said Luigia.
“Please may we introduce ourselves?” put in the girl who was clearly her sister. “I am Bianca di Ferrara, and this is my sister Luigia. This is Miss Maynard, who is our English governess.

 


#88:  Author: claireLocation: South Wales PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 8:35 pm


OOh, more old (new?) characters, so they'll all end up at the school too

 


#89:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 8:42 pm


Very Happy

Love the way you're bringing all the familiar characters into Pat!

 


#90:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 8:46 pm


Oooh Rome, what great places they are visiting en route Very Happy and a fabulous way of introducing Bianca and Luigia

Thanks Pat Very Happy

 


#91:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 8:48 pm


Wonderful!

I love the introduction of Bianca and Luigia, and the way the tables are turned with Jo no understanding a word. Will they be joining the school then?

 


#92:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 9:21 pm


What an excellent way of introducing new/old characters!

 


#93:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 10:09 pm


Wonders how long it will take for Bianca, Luiga and Maynie to end up at the CS.

 


#94:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 12:49 am


Thank you Pat. Lovely way to introduce the three but yet change all the details. This is a lovely retelling of the CS story.

 


#95:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 2:33 am


Fascinating -- juxtaposing this grand tour and the classic CS characters. Clever way to introduce Maynie as well as the Italians!

 


#96:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 9:24 am


For a moment I thought 'But Jo's not a Maynard yet!' then I read on and twigged!

Thanks Pat - excellent introduction

Liz

 


#97:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 10:34 am


Wonderful - so how do they end up joining the school? Intriguing.

Thank you Pat! Brought back lovely memories of Rome.

 


#98:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 12:27 pm


I haven't written that part yet, but no doubt something will occur to me when I do! Twisted Evil
It had better do!

 


#99:  Author: LucyLocation: Leeds PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 2:46 pm


LizB wrote:
For a moment I thought 'But Jo's not a Maynard yet!' then I read on and twigged!


Have to admit that's exactly what I thought too Embarassed

Really enjoying this Pat

 


#100:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 3:05 pm


If they had meant Jo Maynard they would have called to Signora Maynard!!!!!

 


#101:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 8:23 pm


Love the way you introduce the characters, and still not given away where they are heading for.

 


#102:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 9:28 pm


Having been introduced the two parties merged, and Miss Maynard suggested finding a café where they could have some coffee and patisseries. The two English girls were fascinated by the array of cakes on offer, so unlike the English variety, and all so very tempting. Madge had to order Jo to restrict herself to two, or she wouldn’t have been able to manage her evening meal. The girls found that they got on very well, even Simone, though since she knew that the two Italians would be left behind, she was able to join in without feeling one stab of jealousy.

That evening, after the three girls had gone to bed, and Madge and Mlle were enjoying the evening air in the little courtyard in the centre of the guest accommodation, one of the nuns approached her.
“Scusi, Signorina Bettany,” she said. “There is a telephone call for you. Would you follow me please?”
“For me?” said Madge, startled. “But who knows we are here?”
The nun could not answer her, and simply led the way into t he building, and indicated a booth on the far side of the main foyer. Madge picked up the phone with some curiosity.
“This is Miss Bettany.”
“Ah, signorina, thank you for speaking ot me. I am Signor di Ferrara. I wonder if you would mind listening to a proposal I have for you?”
Madge noticed his excellent English, wishing that her own countrymen could speak so fluently in other languages.
“Certainly, Signor,” she said. “You must excuse my lack of italina if you please.”
“That is perfectly all right, Signorina. It is not a language that is much taught outside my own country. Now, I find I must go abroad on business, and wish my wife to accompany me. I had thought that I could leave my girls at home with Signorina Maynard, but I have had a better idea, I believe, which I have already discussed with her. Would you be prepared to take my two girls with you and enter them in your school? Signorina Maynard is happy to go with you, and help with the teaching, and I would, of course, continue to provide her salary until such time as circumstances change. What do you think.”

Madge was too flabbergasted to think anything for a minute. However, as the silence lengthened she realised that she would have to say something.
“I’m sorry Signor di Ferrara, but you have rather taken my breath away,” she said. “What do your daughters say?”
“They will do as I say, of course. But they have done nothing but talk about your intentions since they arrived home, so I am sure that there will be no problem there.”
When Madge finally rejoined Mlle, she still wore a stunned look on her face.
“What has happened, cherie,” asked Mlle.
“That was Signor di Ferrara,” said Madge. “He wants his girls to join the school, and travel on with us tomorrow. He will send the trunks on later. I did not expect the school to start growing just yet!”
“And Miss Maynard? What will happen to her?”
“She is coming too,” said Madge. “So we gain another member of staff to help us. She is able to take Maths, which I am very glad of, for I much prefer to teach English, and was really not looking forward to that.”

 


#103:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 10:22 pm


Another brilliant post Pat!

*yay for Maynie!!*

 


#104:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 10:26 pm


So how many more will they pick up on route Pat? Laughing

Will they ever make land, or will they become a travelling nomad school of the sea???

 


#105:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 11:42 pm


Excellent! Thanks Pat.

 


#106:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 8:09 am


Thanks Pat. This is fantastic. As someone who is fairly new to the CS world I wasn't at the gather and can't wait to see where they all end up. More please.

 


#107:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 10:54 am


Thanks Pat - It's fascinating to see how, although the same girls are going to the school, they're arriving in such different ways and at different times

Liz

 


#108:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 1:24 pm


This is pure brilliance Pat

but I do love Carolyn's idea of
Quote:
a travelling nomad school of the sea


Very Happy

 


#109:  Author: LauraLocation: London (ish) PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 1:54 pm


Pat this is brilliant. Have just read all of it up to now and am loving the gradual introduction of the usual characters!

 


#110:  Author: claireLocation: South Wales PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 3:26 pm


I love the idea of the school at sea

 


#111:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 8:43 pm


Dawn wrote:
This is pure brilliance Pat

but I do love Carolyn's idea of
Quote:
a travelling nomad school of the sea


Very Happy

Me too!
They could travel round collecting girls everywhere!

 


#112:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 12:17 am


Fantastic! Love it! Very Happy

 


#113:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 4:33 pm


Oh thought that was a story post. Never mind, I'll just have to wait a bit longer.

 


#114:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 5:29 pm


That was a very clever way to introduce Maynie and the di Ferrara girls.

I liked how so many things are the same - only different! Grizel's reaction to the Vatican for instance and the cakes being different and richer.

I'm looking forard to the next landfall. Lovely, Pat.

 


#115:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 7:49 pm


Simone isn't going to be pleased!!!

Lovely update, thank you very much

 


#116:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 9:18 pm


This is great Auntie Pat! Thank you!

 


#117:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 10:41 am


Thank you Auntie Pat. Love the clever way you're introducign the characters!

 


#118:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 1:17 pm


In fact it was not until their next port of call that Bianca and Luigia joined them, for it was impossible for them to be ready any earlier, despite all their father said. However, the following morning Madge told the three girls about the phone call she had received. Jo was delighted.
“Oh topping!” she exclaimed. “I liked what I saw of them, and Miss Maynard seemed quite nice too. It will be nice to have more pupils for the school too.”
Simone said nothing, though she looked tragic. There was no time for more, for they had to catch the train back to the ship. It was only when they were out at sea that Madge realised that Simone was missing.
“Well she was here when we left the port,” said Jo when she was asked. Maybe she’s in the cabin.”
“I have looked there Jo. Would you help look for her girls?”
Grizel and Jo split up to search the upper decks, Jo heading for the outside areas, and Grizel looking in the inside public areas. Jo called Simone’s name quietly from time to time, but with no reply. Acting on impulse, she went down to the cabin and went inside. There was no one there, but when she knelt down to look under the furniture, she saw something that Madge had missed. Simone’s two long plaits were on the floor, half hidden by the bedspread. Jo snatched them up and went flying back up to the upper decks, looking for Madge.
“Look!” she cried dramatically when she had found her sister, and she waved the plaits in the air. “I found these by Simone’s bed.”

 


#119:  Author: Helen CLocation: Sheffield/Luton PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 1:22 pm


Thanks Pat I love the way this is the same but diffrent if that makes sense. Very Happy

 


#120:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 1:23 pm


Helen C wrote:
Thanks Pat I love the way this is the same but diffrent if that makes sense. Very Happy


Makes sense to me Helen! That's what's so clever about it! Thank you Pat.

 


#121:  Author: AliceLocation: London, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 1:36 pm


Thanks you Pat. Looking forward to finding out about how more familiar faces might join.

 


#122:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 2:34 pm


“But where, then, is Simone?” asked Mlle in consternation. “She cannot have vanished.”
“I’ll go and look again, Shall I Mlle?” asked Jo. “She must be somewhere.”
“Do that please Joey,2 said Madge. “We must find her.”
Jo dashed out of the lounge, and started her search again. This time she took the other direction around the deck and was rewarded by hearing muffled sobbing from somewhere ahead of her. Tracking the sound she found the cover on one of the lifeboats had been loosened, and when she peered in she found Simone curled up in the bottom of the boat, sobbing drearily.
“Simone. What on earth the matter?” she asked.
Simone lifted her head and looked up at her with eyes red from crying.
“You want to be friends with these new girls,” she said. “You will have no time for me.”
“What rot!” said Jo. “I will still be friends with you. Why should being friends with Luigia and Bianca make any difference to being friends with you. Come out of there, Simone. I can’t talk to you properly like this. And why did you cut your hair off like that?”
Simone climbed out of the boat and stood on the deck in front of Jo. Her hair, raggedly cut as it had been, stood out from her head in a ragged halo. Her face was swollen with her crying, and she was still racked by the occasional sob, even though she was now making valiant efforts to stop.
“I thought you would like me better,” she said.
“You must be mad!” exclaimed Jo in astonishment. “Why on earth would I like you better after you’d done a mad thing like that?”
“I….I don’t really know. You are so….so adventurous. I thought you would be pleased.” Simone was almost in floods again, and could hardly speak.
“Well you’re going to have to explain it all to Mlle and my sister, so I hope you can come up with something clearer than that,” said Jo. “Of all the mad starts, that takes the biscuit. Come on.”
And she led the way along the deck to the lounge. Simone followed reluctantly, knowing she would have to face the music at some point. Mlle looked shocked when she saw her niece, and Madge looked extremely serious, as befitted the Headmistress of a school, though she was secretly wishing the shriek with laughter. Simone looked so very funny, with her hang-dog expression and her hair sticking out in all directions.

 


#123:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 2:41 pm


Oh poor simone! It must have looked funny though.

Thank you Pat!

 


#124:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 5:22 pm


Laughing Would loved to have seen a picture of that scene!

Thanks Pat!

 


#125:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 6:33 pm


Thanks for those two posts Pat

I wondered what the onboard equivalent of the pinewoods would be and found the explanation straight away Very Happy

Liz

 


#126:  Author: LyanneLocation: Ipswich, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 8:28 pm


i hope there's a hairdresser on board...

 


#127:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 8:46 pm


Brilliant! It makes such perfect sense!

More please!

 


#128:  Author: SugarplumLocation: second star to the right! PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 11:18 pm


Aunty Pat I'm loving this ....it's great seeing the orginial plots and characters being interwoven into the new story.

 


#129:  Author: AnnLocation: Newcastle upon Tyne, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 11:43 pm


This is very good, Pat. It's fascinating just how different the story can be whilst it retains so much of the original plot.

 


#130:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:52 am


This is wonderful Pat!!!!

I'm SO glad that that bunny bit you at the FG!!!!!

 


#131:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 7:13 pm


Excellent Pat, thank you. Laughing

 


#132:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 8:59 pm


Exactly the same but different!
ROFL ROFL ROFL

 


#133:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 12:58 pm


Once the first shock had worn off Madge whisked Simone off to have her hair washed and the ragged ends tidied. A proper styling would have to wait until they reached Venice, for there was no hairdresser on board. When Simone reappeared, she looked a good deal neater, and the shorter hair could be seen to suit her.
“In one way it’s just as well,” said Madge privately to Mlle. “that long hair would have been far too much for her.”
“What her parents will say I have no idea,” said Mlle. “They adored her long hair, but I think you are right. This style will be much cooler for her.”

As the ship passed between Sicily and the mainland they kept a lookout for the whirlpools that guarded the straits. As Madge explained, they were probably the source of the legend of Scylla and Charybdis. Scylla was a monster with six heads who preyed on passing seamen, and Charybdis was a whirlpool that guarded the other side of the Straits of Messina. The legend had caught Jo’s imagination, and she had spent a happy time dreaming about the legend before they ever reached the Straits of Messina. None of the party really knew what to expect, though Jo hoped that they would see the sea swirling around like the water draining out of a sink. In the event all that could be seen was patches of oddly moving water that certainly did not look particularly dangerous.

The next excitement was passing the island of Stromboli, an active volcano for the last 2,000 years. It rose steeply out of the sea just of the eastern coast of Italy, but if they had expected some sort of violent eruption, with streams of lava flowing down the flanks, they were doomed to disappointment. All they could see was a few lumps of something shooting out of the top of the mountain.

 


#134:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 2:22 pm


Thanks, Pat!

I'm reading this alongside the original School at. Very fun!

 


#135:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 2:31 pm


To Jo’s delight they docked within a stone’s throw of the Doge’s Palace in Venice. As soon as they could get off the ship they set off to explore, though Mlle took Simone off to the nearest hairdresser. Madge, Jo and Grizel headed for St Mark’s Square, and once again the differences between the two girls became clear. For Grizel the crowds of people thronging the piazza were of the most interest. The pavement cafes were still enough of a novelty to fascinate her, and the volatile conversations of the Italians, with their hand-waving gestures never palled. For Jo, although she too was fascinated by the different culture, the place was steeped in history. She gazed in awe at the façade of the Duomo, with it’s free-standing campanile, and wonderful decorations, and persuaded Madge that they had time for a quick tour inside. She left reluctantly, but Madge insisted that they make the most of the short tme they had in the city to see as much as they could. The canals, crowded with boats and gondolas, with the little steep bridges spanning them caught their interest, but all three were captivated by the Rialto Bridge. Crossing the Grand Canal, it was as steep as the other bridges. The difference here was that there were shops on it, so that from the street they could hardly tell that they were on a bridge at all.
“Like London Bridge used to have!” said Jo in delight.
Grizel had been looking for a present to send back home to Cookie, the only person in her home who had treated her with any kindness, and she had thought to buy her some ribbons for her hat. However, when she saw the little models of the gondolas, with a small figure of a gondolier standing on them, she decided on one of those instead. Madge had her doubts, feeling that it was unlikely to survive the postal services, but Grizel was adamant. Cookie held a very special place in her heart, being in effect more of a mother to her than her step-mother, who had done her best to harden Grizel to all softer feelings by her treatment of her. The little souvenir was carefully boxed and wrapped, and Grizel carried it carefully out of the shop, meaning to pack it for posting at their next port of call.

Mlle and Simone joined them for lunch and they continued their exploration of the magical city until they were nearly late returning to the ship. They found that Miss Maynard and the two di Ferarra girls had already settled into their cabin. Other passengers had also arrived, to take the place of those disembarking at Venice. When they entered the dining room that evening they found that there were a number of changes. Three tables next to theirs had been moved together so that three families could sit together, and they were already occupied. There were six girls of various ages, and adults who could be assumed to be their parents. All were fair-haired, the girls having long plaits that hung to their waists. To the English girls, they all seemed excessively well-behaved.
“Wouldn’t it be jolly if we could get to know them,” said Jo. “There aren’t really any other folk our age on board.”

 


#136:  Author: KatieLocation: A Yorkshire lass in London PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 2:50 pm


Oooh, do I spy the original Austrian members of the school? This just gets better and better, Pat!

 


#137:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 2:51 pm


One of my favourtie myths and Venice *feels spoiled*

Thanks Pat *beaming*

 


#138:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 3:24 pm


Lovely thank you Pat!

 


#139:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 3:26 pm


Shiny shiny shiny!

Thank you Pat!

 


#140:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 5:44 pm


Fantastic - this is so atmospheric. Love Simone's plaits and how theis story keeps intertwining with the original! Thanks Pat! Also love the very EBD way that you give us information about the area! Very Happy

 


#141:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 6:20 pm


Wonderful Pat-love how the Austrian members of the School have just turned up! Laughing

 


#142:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 7:39 pm


This is so clever! (what happened to the worship smiley)
The same as the original but different places and coincidences!

 


#143:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 9:14 pm


Thanks Pat - I was wondering how they would appear - but of course, they had Italian cousins didn't they?

Liz

 


#144:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 11:13 pm


*giggles*

but of course they would be joining the school!

*Subscribes to the theory of a floating school....it seems plausible*

 


#145:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 11:32 pm


Loving this Pat, it works alongside the original so well.

*See the idea of a nomadic school of the sea wasn't that fantastical was it now!!! Twisted Evil *

 


#146:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:49 pm


This just gets better and better Pat!

 


#147:  Author: aitchemelleLocation: West Sussex PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 6:47 pm


i've just read the whole lot so far and I love it!! Thank you pat! Mexican Wave

 


#148:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:02 pm


Just done a HUGE catch up and loving it.

It's so EBD - but different!

Can't wait to find out where they are headed for!

*Has a theory*

 


#149:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 8:50 pm


By the time the ship reached Piraeus they were all good friends, and the adults of both parties were quite agreeable to seeing the sights together. Therefore it was a large group that caught the train into Athens. None of them had been there before, not even Madge and Jo when they had come this way on holiday. When they arrived in the city, and saw the ancient stones of the Acropolis guarding the modern city below they were all amazed. They had not really known what to expect, for photographs could not do the view justice. Even Grizel felt something of the awe that the others were feeling. They found that a bus ran from the station to the foot of the hill on which the Acropolis stood, and they climbed aboard eagerly. They had to walk up the hill itself, for the path was not fit for motor traffic, being the original stones laid down by the ancient Greeks. As they climbed the view spread out below them, with the ancient Roman theatre nestling at the foot. As they emerged onto the top of the hill, through the Propylaea, built as the gateway to the site, they saw the Parthenon ahead of them, its columns outlines against the blue sky. To their surprise they found that they could wander freely through the building, with its great pillars and the remains of the frescoes which had been removed to the British Museum in London. The Parthenon was dedicated to Athena, and a guide pointed out an ancient olive tree growing to one side of the building, that was said to be planted by the Goddess herself. The wandered across to the Erecthion, built on the spot where Athena and Poseidon fought over who would be the Patron of the city. Poseidon struck a rock and caused a spring to burst out, and Athena touched the ground and brought forth the olive tree. Athena was declared the victor and the city named after her. The porch was supported by five caryatids, one of which was a copy as the original had been taken by Lord Elgin at the same time as the frieze around the Parthenon. They could have stayed there all day, but they did not have the time. They took a tourist bus around the modern city, and then it was time to return to the ship, much to their disappointment. The trouble with going anywhere by sea was that they had so little time in any port. The taste only served to whet the appetite for more.

 


#150:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 9:07 pm


Yay thank you Pat, luffly Athens and personally I prefer the Erectheum to the Parthenon, so much more interesting Very Happy

 


#151:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 9:23 pm


Wonderful Pat! Thank you!

 


#152:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 10:32 pm


Marvellous! Sorry, but it just is! Laughing

 


#153:  Author: pimLocation: Helmel Hampster PostPosted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 1:00 am


Ally wrote:
Yay thank you Pat, luffly Athens and personally I prefer the Erectheum to the Parthenon, so much more interesting Very Happy


But Ally, you *like* huggsing ancient Greeks. I have no idea how that links to the drabble, but am loving it anyway Auntie Pat - thakn you Very HappyVery Happy

 


#154:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:46 pm


Fantastic! I love the way you are describing the places, makes me long to visit. *IDEA* Set up a holiday firm called 'Auntie Pat's tours' and take us on the holiday you are describing Wink Very Happy

 


#155:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 10:46 pm


*loves Lisa's idea*

So, when's the first tour date Auntie Pat??

Laughing


Thanks for the update btw! Loved it Smile

 


#156:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 10:56 pm


Love the idea of the tour. Laughing Laughing

 


#157:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 8:56 pm


So when are we going on this tour? It sounds fantastic. Cool

 


#158:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 9:27 pm


I did do a school crusie during my O level year, calling at many of the ports here, but the school is not going to be a touring one I'm afraid.


By common consent they spent the short time they had in port at Akrotiri lazing on the beach and swimming. There was very little time in that port and they felt that it would take too much time to visit anywhere interesting. Besides, they could possible come back to visit during one of the school holidays.

All the girls were becoming good friends, and the adults were seriously considering building on this. Therefore Madge found herself receiving something of a deputation once the ship was at sea again.
“Fraulein Bettany, could you tell us please when you will be opening your school?” asked Herr Marani.
“In about a month I think Herr Marani,” Madge replied. “May I ask why you wish to know?”
“It is simple Fraulein. We have talked together, and we wish our girls to become pupils at your school. However, we have our little holiday to finish first, and other preparations to make. A month would be quite sufficient for those I think.”
“I will be pleased to welcome them all. They are dear girls, and they have all become such good friends. I will be pleased to welcome them when they are able to come.”
Later she spoke to Mlle, showing her bewilderment at the way her school was growing before it had even started.
“We started with just 3 girls, Elise. And now look. We have two girls from Italy and now six more from Austria. I did not think we would grow like this, and so quickly too. Especially as I am so young to be starting a school”
“I think that people feel that they can trust you, cherie. You are young, yes. But you have confidence, and it is clear that the girls like you as much as their parents do.”

There was great excitement as they neared the next port, for it would be the first time they had set foot on the continent of Africa. Madge and Jo had had a holiday here some years ago, and were looking forward to showing their friends the sights. The first place to visit was naturally the pyramids, and they took a tourist bus out of the bustling city of Cairo to where they rose out of the desert sands, inspiring awe in all who saw them.

 


#159:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 9:39 pm


Very Happy Thanks Pat!!

Love the way this is so different yet so similar Smile

 


#160:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 9:52 pm


Thankyou, Pat - I'm really enjoying this!

I have no idea where the school will end up - but I don't really care at the moment and I'm just enjoying the journey!

 


#161:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 9:58 pm


Wonderful, thanks Pat.

 


#162:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 12:24 pm


Loving this Auntie Pat!!! Thank you!!!

 


#163:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 5:37 pm


Épatante! Maravilhoso! Prodigioso! Eccellentissimo! Ausgezeichnet! έξοχος! *
















* exochos

 


#164:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 7:05 pm


Have just had a mega catchup with this Pat it is wonderful. Thank you so very very much.

 


#165:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 7:11 pm


lovely journey so far Pat, I'm guessing that they are nearly there now as they have the girls form School at now.

 


#166:  Author: CathLocation: Coventry PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 9:13 pm


Just caught up with this and loving it! I really like how you've, as everyone has said, made it similar yet different. Smile Vair curious as to where they're going to end up, though!

Thank you Pat.

 


#167:  Author: AliceLocation: London, England PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 9:17 pm


Ooo, so the School's going to be in Africa?

 


#168:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:12 pm


Just caught up with pretty much all of this Pat - kept missing it somehow - sorry Embarassed

It's wonderful - glad you went ahead and wrote this Laughing

 


#169:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:32 pm


They had all known that the pyramids were big, but until they saw them in the flesh they had had no real idea of just how big they were. The sight silenced them all, and they just stood and stared. The Sphinx was also far bigger than they had expected, and although considerably weather-beaten and eroded, still inspired stunned incredulity. When they had looked their fill they walked around to the north side of the largest pyramid, Cheops or Khufu’s pyramid. There they were able to enter the passage leading to the King’s Chamber, high up inside. Mlle elected to stay outside, and Simone, having taken a look at the size of the passage, decided that she would stay with her. The others were all happy to explore and left them sitting in the shady side of the pyramid. They all found the passages narrow and claustrophobic, and Jo especially could feel the great weight of the stones above her. Secretly she was rather relieved when they came out into the daylight again, though she kept that very much to herself.

They spent most of the day exploring the Giza plateau and the ruins and pyramids there. It was late afternoon when they boarded the bus which took them back towards Cairo. Just as they reached the outskirts of the city the bus stopped to Madge’s party off outside a rather shabby hotel, whilst the others continued into the city. Waiting outside was a man in Arab dress, and Madge approached him confidently.
“Mr Abiad?” she asked.
“Naam…. Yes. And you are Miss Bettany?”
His accent, though fairly heavy, was easy to follow and Madge relaxed.
“This is the building you have found for us?”
“It is. If you would please follow me?”
He turned and opened the door behind him, leading the way into what had once been an hotel. Now it had clearly been unused for some time, for the floors were dusty and there was a complete lack of any furniture. They looked around them with interest, as they had not known quite what to expect. The entrance hall was lofty and cool, with arched openings leading off into mysterious passages. Their guide led the way forward and they emerged into a shady courtyard, clearly the centre of the building. In the centre was a pool, empty now, but with the fountain in the middle. Madge looked up at the upper story.
“There are the rooms that I need here” she asked, not sounding at all upset at the state of the place.
“Yes Miss Bettany. And I have found some women who will cook and clean for you. They will soon have it looking very nice. It is only dust that you see, you understand. Let me show you the rest.”
They followed him all around the hotel, finding enough rooms downstairs for classrooms and dining room. Upstairs there were bedrooms for more girls than were currently members of the school, so there was room to expand. Jo was delighted to find that all the rooms at the back looked out towards the pyramids, which could be clearly seen against the darkening sky. Finally, just as they were all wondering where they would sleep until the building was ready for them, Mr Abiad led the way out of the back of the complex. There, scattered across the remains of the gardens were a series of Bedouin tents.

 


#170:  Author: Amanda MLocation: Wakefield PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:36 pm


I have to admit that I never guessed about Egypt being the place, but it's a fantastic idea Smile

I love the way the original ideas have been woven into this one. Thanks Pat

Star Wars

 


#171:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:49 pm


Hurrah! They've arrived!

Thanks Pat

*wonders if the girls will learn belly dancing instead of Folk dances*

Liz

 


#172:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:52 pm


*giggles*

Wonderful Pat!!! So, how will the girls take to life under canvas........

 


#173:  Author: Rachel PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 4:44 pm


Just done a major catch up session - thoroughly enjoyed the journey.

But I think the school is actually just a front and Madge is setting up as a white slave trader, selling off young girls to the various harems which are bound to lurk in Egypt.

 


#174:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 5:05 pm


I would never have guessed Egypt either!

I'm looking forward to more and wondering if Joey will save a camel rather than a St. Bernard Shocked

 


#175:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 5:56 pm


I am so glad you let them start off in the tents...look forward to seeing how they all take to this!

 


#176:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 6:06 pm


Lovely, thanks Pat. Laughing

 


#177:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 6:16 pm


Rachel wrote:


But I think the school is actually just a front and Madge is setting up as a white slave trader, selling off young girls to the various harems which are bound to lurk in Egypt.

Interesting idea not very EBD though Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing
I didn't expect Eygpt or Africa at all Shocked

 


#178:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 7:16 pm


My ghast is totally flabbered!

I really thought they were going the long way round and would approach Austria via the Balkans!

I presume you have the equivalent of the Pfieffens (sp?) lined up and that Mr Abiad is Herr Braun in disguise?

Looking forward to seeing them settle in.

 


#179:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 7:40 pm


Brilliant! Love the description of the building Smile

 


#180:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 7:58 pm


I found a site that gave the names of various colours, but not brown (which is the english translation of braun). So he is Mr White!!!!!

 


#181:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 10:14 pm


Egypt, and Bedouin tents - wow! Very Happy

Thankyou Pat - looking forward to seeing what happens next!

 


#182:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 10:16 pm


Thank you Pat lovely lovely post. Jo not liking ythe passage similar to her not liking the flowing stream when they crossed the bridge.

Glad they have arrived and loking forward to the next bit. You have done so well.

 


#183:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 6:19 am


Egypt!!!

Well, there's certainly room for upheavals and alarums and excursions!!!

 


#184:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 6:50 am


Pat wrote:
I found a site that gave the names of various colours, but not brown (which is the english translation of braun). So he is Mr White!!!!!


Very subtle Razz

 


#185:  Author: AliceLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 9:57 am


patmac wrote:
Pat wrote:
I found a site that gave the names of various colours, but not brown (which is the english translation of braun). So he is Mr White!!!!!


Very subtle Razz


Just what I was going to say! Thanks Pat.

 


#186:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 11:19 am


patmac wrote:
Pat wrote:
I found a site that gave the names of various colours, but not brown (which is the english translation of braun). So he is Mr White!!!!!


Very subtle Razz


*g*


Love the idea of the school being in tents!

 


#187:  Author: JackieJLocation: Kingston upon Hull PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 12:27 pm


*Belly Dances with joy at an Egyptian CS*

JackieJ

 


#188:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 7:18 pm


Shocked Wow! What a setting! Will the language syllabus include Egyptian? Laughing
I was thinking that this drabble would end when they reached the destination, but there is so much potential now - a whole range of new possibilities opening up ...
I hope you realise that you have committed yourself to a year-long drabble (at least!) Wink

 


#189:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 8:13 pm


*coaxes Auntie Pat out from behind the sofa!!* Wink

 


#190:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 8:35 pm


What a dreadful thought Lisa!!!


“They are funny tents,” said Jo. “They look as if they are made out of blankets or something.”
“That is what they are made of,” said Mr Abiad. “They are the tents used by the nomadic tribes, and they are here so that you may have somewhere to sleep tonight. Tomorrow there will be many people coming to make the hotel nice for you to live in, but for tonight this must suffice.”
“That is very kind of you Mr Abiad. I know that you have had trouble finding somewhere for us in time for our arrival. This will do very well, the hotel and the tents.”
“I will leave you then. You will find all that you need in the tents, and your luggage has been brought from your ship and is there too. I will see you in the morning.”
Bowing deeply he left them and disappeared back through the house.
“Coo!” said Jo. “This looks like fun. I always wanted to camp, and now I can, without joining the Guides either!”
The party went over to investigate their temporary accommodation. There were two tents, much larger than they had first appeared, for they were long and narrow front ot back. The woollen covering was made up of strips of cloths, some plain, some with patterned stripes decorating them. Inside the tents the floor was also covered in rugs. Inside the first they found that it was divided into two sections, one side having cushions set out around the walls and a meal laid ready for them, the other furnished with three camp beds, clearly intended for the adults to sleep in. the other tent was a little smaller and had beds for the five girls. There were bowls of water set out for them to wash, and they quickly freshened themselves up before returning to the larger tent to eat. Madge said a brief Latin Grace, which she intended to be used at all meals taken in the school, and the sat down and fell on the food as if they had been starved all day. The food was strange, but delicious. There was some sort of meat, that tasted like lamb, served on skewers, and big bowls of salad to go with it. The bread was flat and round, called pita bread they discovered later. There were big bowls of rice too, and by the time all the plates were empty, they felt pleasantly full. For dessert there was an assortment of fresh figs and dates, oranges and pomegranates, which finished the unusual meal of very well. When all had been cleared away, Madge decreed that the might explore the garden while there was still light, but that they must have an early night. She intended that they would all help with the chores the next day.

They had expected to find it hot sleeping in the tents, but the weave was loose so that the breeze found its way through the fabric and cooled the interiors. All of them slept like tops and woke the next day ready for anything. They had only just emerged from their beds when they heard the soft patter of slippered feet, and a gentle voice called them to breakfast. Again the food was strange. They were served with a choice of foods, Baked Beans, White soft cheese, Eggs, Corned Beef , Sweet Sesame Cake, Jam or honey and tea or Coffee . The coffee had an odd flavour which they discovered was due to the fact that it was flavoured with cardamom.

The school was full of the sound of women working as they swept and washed the downstairs rooms. By the time they had cleared away their meal most of what were to be classrooms had been finished. Madge directed the girls, with Miss Maynard and Mlle to help them, to setting out folding tables in the large room she wanted to use for a classroom. Some of the hotel furniture was still in place, and a cosy lounge was made for the mistresses to use. Another made a common room for the girls, with windows overlooking the cool courtyard. They had discovered that there were very few windows overlooking the street on the ground floor. The rooms looked out over the central courtyard, with the corridor running around the outside walls. By mid-day they were more than ready for a meal, and a rest during the hottest part of the day, back on the mattresses in the tents.

 


#191:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 9:05 pm


This is so good!

Thank you Pat.

 


#192:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 9:07 pm


Thank you for setting it off Lesley!!!

 


#193:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 9:19 pm


Thank you Pat Kiss


Am really enjoying this!

 


#194:  Author: aitchemelleLocation: West Sussex PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 10:32 pm


thank you Very Happy i'm really enjoying this (as i'm sure I've already said) and love the attention to detail!

 


#195:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 10:50 pm


Wonderful thanks Pat. So glad you are able to take this so much further.

 


#196:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 10:48 am


Thank you Pat. This is great.

 


#197:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 10:53 am


Pat this is AWESOME - story, location and detail!

 


#198:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:25 pm


This is just so good Pat - really lookiing forward to more adventures once they've settled in

 


#199:  Author: kerenLocation: Israel PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:30 pm


It will be intolerably hot.
How will they manage?

 


#200:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 9:00 pm


Love all the detail Pat.

 


#201:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 9:08 pm


After the siesta, the electricians arrived to fix the ceiling fans that would help to cool the rooms a little. The thick, tiled walls, stone floors, and high ceilings also helped to keep the room temperature at a bearable level. The rails for the cubicle curtains were fitted, and the fine muslin curtains in pretty pastel shades were hung by Madge and Miss Maynard. They gave the bedrooms a light floaty feel, and were much better for the climate than the traditional printed cotton ones would have been.

They worked so hard that Madge decreed a days out the next day, for school would not start until all the books and stationary had arrived and been sorted.
“Would you like to go and see all the things they found in the Pharoah’s tomb?” she asked.
“Ooh yes please,” said Jo. She was trying to avoid using her sister’s name as she was supposed to call her ‘Miss Bettany’ like the others, but she kept forgetting; it felt so strange to be formal to her sister.
The others were equally excited, for it was only within the last ten years or so that the exciting discovery of Tutankhamun’s tomb had been made, and the world was still buzzing over the wonderful objects that had been brought from the tomb. Most of the treasures were on show in the Cairo Museum, and crowds still went to see them.

 


#202:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 9:40 pm


Thank you Pat. Faithful even having Madge and Miss Maynard hanging the curtains.

 


#203:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 9:42 pm


I love your descriptions Pat, I can feel the cool breeze even though its a hot day.

Cant wait for the lessons to begin!!

 


#204:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 12:47 pm


Thanks Pat - lovely to see the people and things we're used to side-by-side with new exciting things

Liz

 


#205:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 1:57 pm


What wonderful detail. Very Happy

Love Jo's excitement at the camping and her wide-eyed enthusiasm about everything - so very Joey!

 


#206:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 1:58 pm


*feels jealous of them all*

Thank you Pat!

 


#207:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 6:54 pm


Lovely, so will Joey find out about the curse of King Tut?

Thanks Pat.

 


#208:  Author: LyanneLocation: Ipswich, England PostPosted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 8:33 pm


Quote:
The coffee had an odd flavour which they discovered was due to the fact that it was flavoured with cardamom.

Mmm, mum used to have a recipe for cardamom cookies. I wonder if she's still got it? Because I want some now yummy

 


#209:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 10:41 am


The Cairo Museum was an imposing building, clearly dating from the previous century, with lawns and shady trees laid out in front of it. The went up the steps and into the high-ceilinged hall beyond. Here were displayed an immense range of discoveries from Ancient Egypt, and they spent some time wondering about.
“There’s so much more here than in the Turin Museum,” said Bianca enviously. “I thought that that was supposed to be one of the best collections in the world, but this is far better.”
“We haven’t gone upstairs to the Tutankhamun exhibition yet,” said Madge with a smile. “You would expect Egypt to have the best, wouldn’t you Bianca?”
It was hard to leave the great hall and make their way upstairs, but they found it well worth it. The discoveries made in the Valley of the Kings had been well documented, but the black and white photographs they had all seen did not do justice to them. The wonderful gold mask of the Pharaoh caught everyone’s eyes, but it was the beautiful little boats and the everyday objects that had been left for the Pharaoh’s use that interested Grizel.
“What about the curse?” she asked suddenly. “Wasn’t there a curse on the tom?”
Jo snorted in derision, but it was Miss Maynard who answered Grizel.
“There was a lot of silly talk in the papers at the time Grizel,” she said. “Perhaps that is what you have heard, for you are far too young to remember it yourself. There has always been talk that the tombs were protected by a curse, mainly to try to protect them from grave robbers. The problem here was that Lord Caernavon, who had been sponsoring the dig, died suddenly shortly after the discovery of the tomb. A canary died too I believe. This is what has fuelled the nonsense of the curse Grizel, but I can assure you that there is no substance to it.”
Simone sighed in relief, for she had been genuinely alarmed at the thought. Jo just grinned.
“I thought it was all nonsense,” she said. “Thank you Miss Maynard.”

That afternoon the three adults sat conversing quietly whilst the girls dozed on their beds.
“I have been thinking that we must give the girls more than the chance to se the wonderful antiquities that are here in Egypt,” she said. “They will get so much more if they can speak and read the language. I think we ought to appoint someone to teach them - and us!” She laughed gently at their horrified expressions.
“But must we?” asked Mlle plaintively. “And would you have us sit in class with the girls?”
“I think it would be good for all of us to learn together,” replied Madge, her eyes twinkling with a good deal of the mischief so often found in her younger sister’s. “We would have an incentive to keep ahead of the girls if we could. A little competition harms no one after all.”
“I think it would be a good idea Madge,” said Mollie Maynard thoughtfully. “I have seen how much more we all could get from living here if we could speak the language.”
“I think we will say nothing to the girls until we have someone to teach us,” said Madge. “We don’t want them to be apprehensive after all”

With everything ready for the term to start, and the Austrian girls expected shortly, there was no time to be lost. A week later Madge was busy interviewing four young women who wished to teach the language at the school. They could all speak English, as that was the prime requirement for the post, but two of them had a very hazy knowledge, and were quickly ruled out. The third was a timid creature, and Madge, with an eye to some of the more outrageous things that schoolgirls could get up to, reluctantly decided against her too, unless the last candidate was totally hopeless. It was difficult to judge any of them by first impressions, for they were all covered from head to foot, and two of them had arrived with their faces covered too, which had startled Madge a little. She had thought that families who believed in sheltering their women to this extent would not have wanted them to be teaching in a school. The final candidate clearly came from a more modernhome, for her costume was far more Westernised than the others, though equally concealing, and she still wore her hair completely covered. She was obviously nervous, but controlled it, and her command of English was flawless. Well before the end of the interview Madge knew that she had found her Arabic teacher. Maryam Ayad Fahmy was a Coptic Christian, who had to be discreet about her faith, for there was a long history of persecution of Coptic Christians in Egypt. She was clearly a strong woman and Madge judged her well able to tackle a group of Western schoolgirls, even at their most mischievous! She would start the following Monday, which would also be the first day of term for the new school.

 


#210:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 10:59 am


A new mistress - but of course when they are going to have to learn Arabic.

Thanks Pat. Laughing

 


#211:  Author: kerenLocation: Israel PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 12:06 pm


Will Grizel run away to the tombs!

 


#212:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 1:09 pm


Thanks Pat

Liz

 


#213:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 2:27 pm


keren wrote:
Will Grizel run away to the tombs!


The Valley of the Kings is at Luxor as far as I know, which is a bit far to go on foot. I don't know yet where Grizel will run to, but I do have some idea of what happens!!!

 


#214:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 6:00 pm


Thanks Pat!!

Very Happy

 


#215:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 6:31 pm


Looking forward to more arabic Pat!

 


#216:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 7:31 pm


Just how much Arabic do you know Pat?

 


#217:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 8:21 pm


I know no Arabic at all! that's what translators are for - and I know that there are some that translate into the script as well!!!! Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil
How many of you know any anyway?

 


#218:  Author: JodiLocation: Glasgow most of the time PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 8:25 pm


well I don't know any...but if you're going to teach us I won't say no! Laughing

 


#219:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 8:26 pm


Wonderful Pat!!!!
More soon please!!

 


#220:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 8:55 pm


Pat wrote:
I know no Arabic at all! that's what translators are for - and I know that there are some that translate into the script as well!!!! Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Twisted Evil
How many of you know any anyway?


I know a very - very - little

Liz

 


#221:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 8:38 pm


Love this drabble! Can't wait for the arabic lessons (mistresses and pupils in lessons together)!

 


#222:  Author: KateLocation: Ireland PostPosted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 11:16 pm


Wow, this is wonderful! Smile Hats off to Auntie Pat for this unique idea!

 


#223:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 5:35 pm


Saturday afternoon brought the ship carrying the six Austrian girls who would be joining the school. Miss Maynard – already rejoicing in the nickname of Maynie which would follow her for the rest of her life – agreed to accompany the girls to the docks to meet them. It was an excited group of girls that lined the barrier waiting for the passengers to disembark, even Simone feeling something of it. When the new arrivals came through the door from the Customs Hall they gathered round them, chattering nineteen to the dozen. Miss Maynard finally started laughing, which quietened them a little.
“No one will be able to understand anything you say if you all talk at once,” she said. Girls, your trunks have arrived safely and are waiting for you in your rooms. Shall we make our way outside? You will be able to see something of Cairo as we go through the centre in the bus.”
By the time they were all settled into their rooms, the evening meal was ready. Just as they were finishing a strange chanting sound filled the air.
“What is that singing?” asked Gisela. “I have heard nothing like it before.”
“That is the the Call to Prayer from the mosque down the road,” said Grizel. We are in a Muslim country now, and you will hear that every day. It does sound weird though.”
Grizel was rather pleased that the rest of the girls had joined them, for she had been feeling rather isolated as the eldest girl there by a couple of years. She was thankful that Gisela, Wanda and Bernhilda were both older than she was, and would therefore have more responsibility for the younger girls. Madge too had considered the same issue, and come to some conclusions.

Monday morning was full of excitement for all the girls. They were all settled now, even the latest arrivals knew their way around the part of the building that was in use, and had begun to feel part of the little community. Breakfast was followed by Prayers, taken by Madge for the Protestants, and Mlle for the Catholics. Miss Fahmy had decided to look at both services and decide which she felt most at home with. Should girls of her own faith join the school she would take Prayers for them herself. All joined the Protestants in Hall after the little services, and Madge, feeling more than a little nervous, came to the front of the little dais set at the top of the room.
“Welcome to the School everyone,” she said. “I hope you will all be very happy here, and work well. As we have a larger school than I was initially expecting I believe that we should appoint the Prefects now rather than waiting as I had originally expected to do. I have ordered some badges for you but I am sorry but they have not yet arrived. Our Head Girl will be Gisela Marani, Bernhilda Mensch will be Second Prefect. Wanda von Eschenau will be a sub-prefect. They are all we will need for the time being, though should we grow in numbers, naturally I shall think again. I hope you will support the Prefects in their work, and remember girls, they are my representative and as such deserve your respect.”
Jo smiled wryly to herself. She had had something of a reputation for pranks at her last school, and had expected to be able to continue in the same way here. With so few girls she realised that the prefects would be able to spot anything very quickly and put a stop to it.

 


#224:  Author: Amanda MLocation: Wakefield PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 5:51 pm


Thanks for writing more of this Pat. It's going to be interesting to see what happens next.

Star Wars

 


#225:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 5:59 pm


Yay more! Thanks Pat. This is one of my favourite drabbles at the moment.

 


#226:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 6:05 pm


Thanks Pat

Hope Jo can get away with a few pranks

Liz

 


#227:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 7:09 pm


Thanks Pat. I love the way this parallels School at.

 


#228:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:56 pm


Thanks Pat. Laughing

 


#229:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 10:24 pm


Very Happy Yay Pat!!

 


#230:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 11:03 pm


Echoes the "yay Pat"s...

 


#231:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 12:03 am


YAY! this is wonderful....

really looking forward to more *hint hint*

 


#232:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 9:07 am


Kate wrote:
Wow, this is wonderful! Smile Hats off to Auntie Pat for this unique idea!

hear hear! Very Happy

 


#233:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 9:48 am


just caught up with loads of this - what a fab idea!
Think I'm going to be learning just as much as the CS girls themselves!

looking forward to more, thanks Pat Smile

 


#234:  Author: kerenLocation: Israel PostPosted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 10:03 am


In Egypt it is rvrn more logical that the Carricks should arrive, than in Tyrol. (part of British Empire, and nearer)

 


#235:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 8:21 pm


Love Joey's thought about the prefects being on the spot Very Happy

 


#236:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 10:29 pm


Thanks Pat this is such a fantastic drabble. Looking forward to more soon.

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#237:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Thu Apr 07, 2005 7:08 am


Aww thought that was more story!
Is it too early to chant?

 


#238:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Sat Apr 09, 2005 7:05 pm


Very Happy Thanks Pat - managed to miss a post there somehow!

Looking forward to Joey trying to get the better of the prefects - wonder what tricks she can come up with in the desert!! Laughing

 


#239:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 8:31 pm


“Now I want to introduce a new Mistress to you, who will be teaching us all to speak Arabic. This is Miss Fahmy. And Mlle, Miss Maynard and I will be taking lessons from her too.” Maryam blushed a little, but smiled across at the welcoming faces of the girls in front of her. Now I want you to go to your form rooms and be ready to work when your form Mistress arrives.”
The girls stood and marched out of the room. They knew which rooms they were to go to, though at the moment there was only two forms - the Seniors, where the Prefects and Grizel went, and the Middle, where everyone else went. Maria was really too young for this form, but as she was the only one of her age in the school it had been decided to give her a desk in the corner of the Middle Form rather than have a separate form for one girl. If other girls should join they would think again.
By the time they had all been given their books and stationery and put them away neatly in the lockers at the side of the room the morning was well on. They were given a short break when they had a cool fruit drink and biscuits, and then returned for some tests to see what level they had all reached. By the time lunchtime arrived most of the younger girls were tired of work and ready for the break. Madge rose at the end of the meal to say Grace and make a short announcement.
“I am pleased to tell you that we have succeeded in restoring the swimming pool to working order, so when you have had your rest we will spend the rest of the day by the pool. It will be too hot to do much else by then. If I find that you have not taken a proper rest, you will not use the pool.”

 


#240:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 8:38 pm


How lovely, a proper pool to wile away the heat.

Thanks Pat. Laughing

 


#241:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 9:14 pm


*Wants to join*

Any room for another newbie out there?? Wink

Thanks Pat!

 


#242:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 9:49 pm


very different to the original CS but much more fun!! they had to wait til book 55 or so to get a pool!!!

thank you, Pat!

 


#243:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 10:35 pm


But they had the lake - or the pinewoods for when it was hot.

Feel sorry for Grizel being the only one in Seniors who's not a prefect - but I guess that will change soon when more girls join the school.

Thanks Pat

Liz

 


#244:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 6:36 am


BOUNCE!! Wink

 


#245:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 5:00 pm


Madge’s own rest was broken by one of the maid’s announcing two visitors. Madge sighed and rose to her feet, thankful that she had not yet had a chance to change her clothes for swimming. When she entered her study she found an English couple awaiting her, and she went forward with a smile.
“I am Miss Bettany. How may I help you,” she asked pleasantly.
“Miss Bettany, I am Charles Stevens, and this is my wife Jennifer. I am a journalist, Miss Bettany, and I find that I must go to Norway for my paper, Bergen to be precise, and I do not think that the climate would suit Amy. We did not want to send Margia to school on her own, and when I heard of your venture I thought that I had found the solution. Would you be prepared to take them?”
“How old are they, Mr Stevens?”
“Margia is eleven and Amy is eight.”
“That will be fine, Mr Stevens. We have another girl who is Amy’s age, and Margia will be able to study with a group of girls of her own age. When will they be able to start?”
“As soon as possible. I need to be in Bergen very shortly. News waits for no one, Miss Bettany.”

Two days later, the girls were out on an early morning walk to the pyramids when they saw a small party of people consisting of two adults and a girl of about fifteen. The man carried himself in a soldierly manner, and the woman with him, clearly his wife, was smaller and smartly dressed. The girl trailed behind the two adults, looking sulky. Just as the two parties came within hearing distance of each other the woman spoke in a sharp voice.
“Juliet! Can’t you hold yourself straight? You look positively deformed, slouching along like that. Put your shoulders back at once!”
Grizel shivered, for the voice brought back memories of her stepmother. Joey gave her a sympathetic smile. For she knew what Grizel had endured from that lady. Juliet made no effort to obey the demand, which surprised the Austrian girls who had all been brought up to instant obedience.

It was quite a surprise to find that the party had come from the school, and that Juliet Carrick would be starting at the school in a couple of days. Grizel had been thinking about the brief encounter by the pyramids.
“I believe that woman is her stepmother,” she said, explaining to Madge the brief episode.
“She isn’t” replied Madge. “They have come from India where her father is in the army, and only arrived in Cairo today.”
Grizel said nothing more, but Madge had been given food for thought. She had not been taken with Captain Carrick, or his wife, and she resolved to write to Dick that evening.


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#246:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 5:02 pm


Excellent thanks Pat Very Happy

Liz

 


#247:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 6:40 pm


As ever, you've got the characters perfect! Thanks for another great installment! Very Happy

 


#248:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 7:01 pm


Thanks Pat.

 


#249:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 7:14 pm


Lovely long update. Thanks Pat!

 


#250:  Author: aitchemelleLocation: West Sussex PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 7:16 pm


I love the way it parallells School at! Thank you Pat for another great update! Very Happy

 


#251:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:00 pm


wonderful update - thank you pat

 


#252:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 9:06 pm


*ponders*

Poor Juliet Sad

 


#253:  Author: LauraLocation: London (ish) PostPosted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 5:51 pm


Thank you Pat! *also wanting to join!*

 


#254:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 9:37 pm


A pool! Wow!

Presumably in a Muslim country they have Very High Walls??? Wink

 


#255:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 10:23 pm


Excellent! Was hoping Margia and Amy would turn up.

 


#256:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 10:37 pm


So glad that the school is growing Wink

Amazed at how you have turned Lesley's bedtime drabble into an idea which we chatted about in the car, into this Shocked

WOW!

 


#257:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 6:39 pm


As the term progressed, and the girls settled down to work, Madge began to find the time to review her arrangements. For the time being the novelty of the surroundings and the new school kept the younger element out of trouble, though the Prefects were beginning to realise that they might have a problem on their hands. Lessons were going well, and they were all starting to make progress with the new language. Conversational Arabic was proving to be fairly easy for most folk, but the written work was far harder, due to the strange alphabet. Miss Fahmy was a good teacher, and made the classes interesting and relevant. Madge had had one or two doubts about joining the girls for these lessons, though it had made time-tabling them considerably easier, but it had proved a success/ The girls were kept on their toes by the element of competition that they perceived to exist between themselves and their Mistresses, and did their best to outdo their efforts. For their part the adults had no wish to be outdone by their pupils. The rivalry was friendly and in no way upset the normal status quo. In a small school such as this, the relationship was anyway a good deal less formal then it would have been in a large school.
One of the results of Madge’s reflections affected the Prefects. They has settled into their roles very well, and had taken hold in the way that Madge had hoped. She decided therefore to reward them with a room of their own. A small room on the ground floor, looking out over the central courtyard with its attractive fountain now restored to full operation, was given over to their use, and they had great fun adding their own little touches. Each donated some trifle so that it quickly took on a homely feel. Gisela wrote home for a picture of the lovely Austrian lake where her family had a summer home, and before long an attractive picture of the Tiernsee hung on the wall opposite the window.
Shortly after its arrival Wanda approached Gisela looking worried.
“I should glad if you would call a Prefects Meeting,” she said quietly.
“Why Wanda? Has something gone wrong?”
“Not yet, but I am very afraid that something will before very long. There is mischief going on in the school. It is partly Juliet Carrick, but I think that Grizel is involved too.”
When all the Prefects were settled in their room Gisela opened the proceedings, feeling rather self-conscious.
“Wanda has asked that we should meet,” she said. “She thinks that things are going wrong, though I have noticed nothing myself.”
“I have,” said Bernhilda. “Like Wanda I think that Juliet is at the bottom of this, and unfortunately she is taking Grizel with her, as they are the two girls who are of a similar age. Grizel never challenged our authority before Juliet came, but now she is quite rude.”
“How has she been rude,” asked Gisela with some concern.
“Today I was on cloakroom duty, and I told her to put her shoes away tidily. She muttered that is was sickening having fussy foreigners always on at her. I told her that I was a Prefect, and that one of my duties was to see that the cloakroom was kept tidy, and that I was going to see that it was. She did do as I told her then.”
“I think we do not need to worry about the other girls,” said Gisela thoughtfully. The two Merciers are too new to cause trouble yet. My cousin Giovanna is equally new, and would not want to upset me, and the others will behave too. It is really only Juliet and Grizel. Well, I am afraid that Grizel must be punished for her rudeness. Will you fetch her please Wanda?”
Ten minutes later Wanda returned without Grizel. “She refused to come,” she said grimly. “She laughed at me and said that if we wanted to see her then we could go to her.”
The girls looked at each other in consternation, for they had not dreamed of this development, and they were not sure what to do. Then Gisela made up her mind firmly.
“I must go to Miss Bettany with this,” she said. “Wanda, will you come with me please? She will want to hear from you exactly what had happened.”
Madge was surprised to receive the little deputation, but invited the girls to sit down and tell her what they wanted. Gisela settled herself into her chair and looked soberly at her Headmistress.
“I am afraid that I must make a report to you,” she said.
Madge’s welcoming smile faded abruptly. “Must you?” she said. “What is it?”
Gisela told the story, with help from Wanda, and Madge’s face grew more and more severe as she listened to the tale unfold. She had noticed a change in Grizel’s manner herself, but had put it down to the greater freedom the girl had here after years of repression at home. As far as Juliet was concerned, she was grateful that the girl was not a boarder, and had been entered for that term only; she fervently hoped that she would be miles away from the school by the time the next term started.
“You told her to come to the Prefect’s Room I suppose,” she said when Gisela finsihed. Very well, Grizel shall come to you their and apologise. She will also accept any punishment that you see fit to give her.”
Amy Stevens, who they met in the corridor, was dispatched to tell Grizel that the Head wanted to see her in the Prefects Room, and they made their own way there to wait for her. When Grizel made a reluctant appearance, Madge looked at her sternly.
“I am given to understand that you have been rude to the Prefects Grizel. Understand that I will not tolerate such behaviour in the school. You must apologise at once, and accept any punishment they give you.”
After a distinct pause, Grizel muttered an apology, and was given a short Arabic poem to learn. Once dismissed, she ran to the far end of the garden, well beyond the place the tents had been pitched when they first arrived, and let her tears come. Unfortunately they were tears of anger, and she vowed that she would pay them all out for the way they had treated her.

 


#258:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 6:55 pm


Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose ( sans accents!)

In other words the characters are so themselves - just in a different place. Lovely Laughing

 


#259:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 7:11 pm


Love the staff/pupil rivalry over the arabic and that they have picture of the Tiernsee on the wall Very Happy

 


#260:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 7:15 pm


Excellent - love that is was an Arabic poem.

Thanks Pat.

 


#261:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 7:29 pm


I love the way you have all the same events but in a different setting.

 


#262:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 7:51 pm


love the pupil-staff rivalry over arabic!!

Thank you very much Pat

 


#263:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 10:00 pm


This is lovely Pat, its so interesting to have familiar things woven into new surroundings Very Happy

 


#264:  Author: CharlotteLocation: home yey! PostPosted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 10:18 pm


Loving this Very Happy Very Happy

Looking forward to more Very Happy

 


#265:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 4:43 pm


Wonderful stuff! Thank you so much! My Mum and Dad went to Egypt for two weeks recently and were just showing us their photos and film this afternoon - so I can really picture this!

 


#266:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 7:16 pm


The other girls had been shocked at Grizels’ refusal to go to the Prefect’s Room when originally summoned. Suzanne and Yvette Mercier had only arrived at the school a day or so earlier, their parents delighted to find a European school in Cairo. Giovanna Rincini had joined them only a week before that. The school was growing, and the Prefects prompt action had ensured that their authority would be respected in the future. Madge already had pupils booked for the following term. Rosalie Dene and Mary Burnett wre coming from taverton, and an American Evadne Lannis would start at the same time. Madge was happily looking forward to expanding from the current three forms to five. The advent of Amy Stevens had meant that a Junior form was already feasible.
Juliet was living with her parents at their hotel and coming to school each morning, a situation that the staff in general were becoming quite thankful for, since it meant her removal from the other girls after school finished for the day. One morning she arrived big with the news that a film company was staying at her hotel, making “The Mystery of the Pyramids”. They were very interested in using European schoolgirls as extras once they had discovered that there was a English school in the area.
“They are going to speak to Miss Bettany about it,” finished Juliet excitedly.
However, she was doomed to disappointment, for Madge had no intention of allowing her girls to appear in any film. She was icily polite to the director when he approached her and he went away disappointed. Juliet and Grizel were also disappointed, as they had been imagining themselves at the start of a film career. However, when they discussed the matter Grizel began to have second thoughts, realising that Madge would have had good reason for turning down the request. However, Juliet was able to persuade Suzanne Mercier that Madge had been unfair and mean, and the pair decided that they were going to be in that film whatever Madge had decided.
Miss Fahmy had introduced her father to the school in the hopes that he might persuade his friends to send their daughters to the school. Though there had been some interest, this had not yet resulted in any new pupils. However, the friendship meant that Mr Fahmy had a fair amount of contact with the school, and often took some of the girls out for trips in the neighbourhood. The Saturday following the arrival of the film crew was one such, and a party consisting of Jo, Frieda, Marie and Simone were sitting in a local restaurant enjoying a cool drink when they saw Juliet and Suzanne hurrying past, with Grizel following a pace or two behind them, heading for the pyramids, where they had already seen the film crew setting up their equipment. Grizel had changed her mind only that morning, after a sever talking to by the Head. She had been caught talking after lights out the previous night, and the interview with Miss Bettany had left her at odds with everyone.

 


#267:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 7:23 pm


Oh dear - silly Grizel, she makes it so much worse for herself - love the film title!

Thanks Pat.

 


#268:  Author: MarianneLocation: Lancaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 9:40 pm


i just caught up on this! is fab! thanks

 


#269:  Author: aitchemelleLocation: West Sussex PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 9:58 pm


just caught up with this!

Am still loving it!

 


#270:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 10:33 pm


excellent as usual, Pat - thank you so much

 


#271:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 1:43 pm


Very Happy Thanks Pat!!

 


#272:  Author: MaryRLocation: Sale Cheshire PostPosted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 7:15 pm


Silly Grizel, as usual.

Thanks, Pat. Lovely post. Smile

 


#273:  Author: Helen PLocation: Crewe, Cheshire PostPosted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 10:11 pm


Thanks Pat!

I just re-read School At the Chalet and all your parallels here are wonderful. Very Happy

 


#274:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 8:32 am


Very Happy Am wondering where Grizel's going to run off to, with no Tiernjoch handy.

 


#275:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 1:04 pm


Up the pyramids maybe?
Down the Nile?

Thanks Pat - this is excellent as ever.

Liz

 


#276:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 3:20 pm


And I bet Joey discovers a new tomb ... !

 


#277:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 4:49 pm


Jo looked up the street as the small group vanished from sight, then she jumped to her feet, a disgusted expression on her face. “I know where they are going!” she said. “They are going to that film company. After everything Madge said too. I do think that’s too bad of them. Grizel at least might have stayed away!”
She would have set off after them, except Mr Fahmy put a restraining hand on her arm. “Explain to me please, where it is that they have gone,” he said quietly.
Jo sat down again, though she was clearly itching to follow the other girls.
“They have gone to the pyramids, where that film company is,” she said impatiently. “Madge said that she had told them that they could not film us, and that we were to have nothing to do with them.”
“I see. Then we must certainly put a stop to this. It will not do the school any good to be seen in such a thing.”
He rose to his feet and hurried up the street, with the four girls almost running to keep up with his swift strides. They reached the pyramids just as the film crew were directing the trio into the roles they were to take.
“Stop!” ordered Mr Fahmy. “These girls do not have permission for this. Grizel, Suzanne, you will come with me please. I will explain to Miss Bettany that I have taken you with me. I suggest that you return home, Juliet. You will have nothing more to do here.”
Juliet realised that she could achive nothing on her own and turned to leave looking thunderous. Suzanne and Grizel felt equally angry, though their anger was heavily laced with guilt. They fell in with Mr Fahmy’s party reluctantly, as they knew that the day would not be pleasant. The looks their school mates gave them promised that. However, Mr Fahmy proceeded as if nothing was the matter. He had arranged for a trip to a monastery outside Cairo, for they had seen nothing very much of the surrounding countryside. He rang the school to inform Madge that he had met Grizel and Suzanne and was taking them on the trip with the others. The small bus that he had hired to take them was large enough to accommodate the enlarged party, and before very long they had left the city behind them. There was little conversation; the pleasure of the outing had been spoilt for the four friends before it had properly started, and both Grizel and Suzanne knew that they had an unpleasant interview with the Head to face when they returned.
The countryside they were travelling through was barren, little more than desert, and they began to wonder what could survive out here. Ahead they could see hills rising out of the surrounding land, and a jumble of building nestling at the foot. The bus pulled up near the gates, where there was a small caravanserai, providing shade for its patrons with a large awning extending well out from the main building. They settled themselves around a table in the shade and the proprietor served them with cool drinks.
“This is a closed order of monks,” said Mr Fahmy when they had all been served. “They allow no women inside the walls. Not even female animals. They believe that they will become unclean if they come into contact with anything feminine.”
“That is ridiculous!” exclaimed Grizel, her indignation overcoming her mood. “How can they believe that?”
“It is a strange belief, but one they hold very strongly. No woman can come near to their gates, as you would find if you tried to do so. They spend their time in study and prayer, as most monks do. This monastery has been here a long time, and there are many rare manuscripts kept here. It is good in some ways, for they are preserved carefully, and not many people are able to handle them and spoil them. However, it is extremely difficult for anyone outside the monastery to gain access to them.”
“I bet that women do get in,” muttered Grizel to Joey, who was sitting beside her.”
“Don’t be silly Grizel,” said Jo. “You heard what he said.”
Grizel subsided back into her sulky mood, and thought no more about it. They returned to the school by a different route, and Mr Fahmy sought an interview with Madge. The expected summons for the girls came on the Monday, when Juliet arrived at the school. They had all spent an uncomfortable day on Sunday, even Juliet dreading the results of the abortive venture. The interview was at least as bad as they had expected.
“I do not see how I can trust any of you by yourselves,” said Madge at the end of the interview. “I do not like to put restrictions on you girls, but in this case I find that I must. This will include you as well Juliet, for your father has made arrangements for you to board from today.”
She was too annoyed with them all to notice the stricken, almost frightened look that crossed Juliet’s face at her words, for she had not known of the new arrangements until then.

 


#278:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 5:45 pm


Wonderful as usual Pat, thank you.

 


#279:  Author: aitchemelleLocation: West Sussex PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 6:02 pm


*wibbling for Juliet even though she knows what will happen*

Thank you Pat Very Happy

 


#280:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 7:00 pm


Loved your take on the Fransiscan (I think?) church!

Thanks Pat!

 


#281:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 7:14 pm


*pokes Grizel*

I love Mr Fahmy - it's so similar but the little things that have changed make all the difference!

 


#282:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 10:33 pm


This is excellent pat.

 


#283:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 11:46 am


Wonderful. thank you Pat.

 


#284:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 1:47 pm


Also loving Mr Fahmy Very Happy

thanks Pat

 


#285:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 7:21 pm


Thanks Pat.

 


#286:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 6:53 am


Thank you Pat! Just caught up on pages more, and am so impressed by how close you are keeping to the original yet making it so fresh!

 


#287:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 10:34 pm


Excellent! *wibbles slightly at idea that Grizel may try to get into a sealed order next time she is feeling rebellious ...*

 


#288:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 11:26 pm


Thanks Pat I have just caught up with a couple of pages of this. Love the way you are managing to weave most of the original story into thw new setting. Well done it is wonderful.

 


#289:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 8:48 am


Thanks Pat

*looking forward to seeing what happens next*

Liz

 


#290:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 8:56 pm


Nothing occurred during the next couple of weeks to mar the smooth running of the new school. Gertrude Steinbrucke and Bette Rincini arrived to swell the numbers, but both were Seniors, so had little to do with the rest of the school. Then one morning during Break Gisela found Joey sitting alone in the central courtyard, reading.
“Joey,” she said almost hesitantly. “Am I right in thinking that it is Madame’s birthday soon?” The continental girls had taken to calling Madge by this title as a mark of respect, though it still sounded strange to Joey.
“Yes Gisela. It’s next week as it happens. Why do you want to know?”
“I have been reading this school story, and in it they celebrate the birthday of the Head by having a party and giving her a wonderful present. I wondered if we could do the same. You will want ot give her your own gift of course, but the rest of us might join together. Would she like it?”
“She’d love it! What a topping idea Gisela. A lot of those school books are a lot of tosh, but that seems to have a good idea. You’d better ask M…. my sister before you start anything though.”
“Of course. It would not be right otherwise.” Gisela smiled and went off to seek an interview with the Head. Permission given, an expedition was arranged to go into the city to seek something suitable.
Mr Fahmy agreed to take a small party into Alexandria to buy the presents. Not, as he explained, that the shops were any better than those in Cairo, but that it would be nice for them to see somewhere different. Therefore Saturday saw Joey, Gisela, Grizel and Bette, dressed in cool frocks and wide-brimmed hates to protect them from the sun, setting off for the railway station with Mr Fahmy and his daughter. They had booked seats, and were settling themselves comfortably when there was a commotion at the door of the carriage. A large lady was hoisting herself up the steps, with many exclamations made in German. As she made her way down the carriage to her seat, the girls stared in amazement, for the lady was certainly not dressed for the Egyptian climate. She was in a tartan suit of yellow, green and scarlet. Her hair was adorned with a little straw hat with scarlet and green ribbons on it, and she looked hot, uncomfortable and red in the face. She plumped herself down in her seat and then became away of the group of girls sitting close by. She glared fiercely at them.
“Englanderin!” she snorted with evident distaste.

 


#291:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 8:58 pm


Frau Berlin!!!

Lovely, thanks Pat.

 


#292:  Author: nikkieLocation: Cumbria PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 9:15 pm


Laughing yes!
Laughing love it!

 


#293:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 9:31 pm


Love Frau Berlin turning up in Egypt...thanks Pat. Laughing

 


#294:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 11:26 pm


Frau Berlin!!! wonderful! Thanks Pat

Liz

 


#295:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 6:42 am


Frau Berlin! (realise this has been said but I needed to say it). I wondered if you would change her but nope, she is still German and sounds as miserable as ever!

 


#296:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 9:01 am


Still enjoying how the traditional story is playing out in Egypt.
Laughing Frau Berlin Laughing

 


#297:  Author: Helen CLocation: Sheffield/Luton PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 10:07 am


Thanks pat looking forward to the encounter with Frau Berlin Very Happy

 


#298:  Author: LisaLocation: South Coast of England PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 11:53 am


Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing

Can't wait for this ....

*bounces excitedly*

 


#299:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 3:00 pm


*grin*

Nice one Pat!!

Must admit I wondered if we'd have Mrs (not sure what the egyptian word is) Cairo or some such!

 


#300:  Author: aitchemelleLocation: West Sussex PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 4:39 pm


Thank you Pat! I also wondered if she would be eqyptian but like Frau Berlin to stay German! YAY Very Happy

* Shocked at the grammar in that sentecne*

 


#301:  Author: AllyLocation: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!! PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 5:25 pm


lol, glad to see all these familar face, even the grrrey Frau Berlin. This is so clever Pat, thank you Very Happy

 


#302:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 5:39 pm


Still loving it Pat. A complete parallel universe!

 


#303:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 7:45 pm


How could I leave Frau Berlin out? I did think of changing her nationality, but then thought that the Germans were in Egypt at the start of the war, so they had to be there for a reason, even though I have no idea what. So they could also visit!

 


#304:  Author: MarianneLocation: Lancaster PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 8:34 pm


hehehe Very Happy
great!

 


#305:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 9:55 pm


fantastic!!!!

she just HAD to turn up and enliven the proceedings

*waits eagerly*

 


#306:  Author: kerenLocation: Israel PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 11:33 am


I think Egypt was an international place, even more so than the Tyrol, as all sorts of Ships would put in there on the way to other places in various empires.

 


#307:  Author: RobinLocation: London PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 11:34 am


excellent!!
Look forward to seeing how the Egyptians handle Frau Berlin!
Thanks Pat

 


#308:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 3:14 pm


Thank you Pat it is nice to meet Frau Berlin in Egypt.

 


#309:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 6:15 pm


Fantabulous! Frau Berlin!

Thank you Pat!!

 


#310:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 9:16 pm


“Rather!” responded Joey quickly. “An proud of it too!”
Gisela jumped on her speedily. “Joey, be quiet!”
“Why should I? She spoke first!”
“That makes no difference Joey. She is much, much older than you are.”
Unfortunately although Gisela meant her remarks to be private, she had a clear carrying voice, and the lady heard every word. With another snorted comment she humped herself around in her seat, nearly tipping her neighbour off onto the floor.
They had a good time shopping in Alexandria. They wandered around the shops in delight, staring at the unusual gifts on offer. There were gorgeous rugs from Turkey, hand woven and so far out of their reach; wonderful copper jugs and urns, with patterns beaten into their sides; and similar ones made out of gold over which they sighed in delight. However, the girls had decided that they would give their Head a coffee set, so they concentrated on the china stalls in the vast souk. There were a great many to choose from, and they had a difficult tie making up their minds. However, in the end they settled on a pretty set that had obviously been inspired by the Tutankhamun discoveries, for the set had a blue and gold pattern that called those finds to mind. It was less elaborate then many of the others, and Joey agreed that Madge would prefer it. Then they had to find a gift for Joey to buy. This was much harder, for she had real idea what to get her sister. Finally her eye was caught by a pretty picture of the pyramids at sunset, their bulk silhouetted against the darkening sky, and a typical Egyptian boat sailing on the river in the foreground. By this time it was lunchtime, and the Fahmys took them to a restaurant that they often went to when they were in Alexandria, and which served them a wonderful meal typical of the area. While they were waiting to be served Joey gazed around the restaurant in interest, for the whole atmosphere of the place was so different to anything she had experienced before. Suddenly she noticed a familiar figure seated across the room - Frau Berlin as the girls had nicknamed her.
“Look Gisela!” she said. “there’s that awful fat woman from the train.”
“Horrid old freak!” muttered Grizel. “Doesn’t she look dreadful?”
“Rather like a hippopotamus,” grinned Joey. “I would hate to be as fat as that. I’d drown myself first!”
“Josephine!” Mr Fahmy had finished ordering their meal and had heard Joey’s last remark. It is impolite to say things like that about someone else. Now let us instead talk of this afternoon’s little trip that I have arranged for us. I thought we might go along the coast for a little way, perhaps as far as Aboukir Bay, where Nelson defeated the French fleet. There is a little café there where we may buy refreshments, and the sea breeze will help to keep us cool.”
“May we ride on a camel?” asked Joey, not one whit depressed by the beginning of his speech.
Miss Fahmy giggled. “No Joey,” she said. “It is too far. We will take a horse-drawn carriage however, for they run out that way and there will be plenty of room for us all. There will be a shade to keep the sun from us, but the breeze will be able to reach us to cool us.”
In the discussion, the girls forgot Frau Berlin, but as they tucked into their meal, the lady herself noticed them. The site evidently made her furious for she forgot any semblance of good manners and spat hard in their direction. It was unfortunate that the Head Waiter was passing at that moment for he received the full brunt of her anger. He stumbled backwards, almost upsetting a diner at the next table, and sending their meal flying. There was of course immediate uproar, which the school party tried to ignore. By the time all was quiet again, the irate German lady had demanded her bill and stalked out of the restaurant.
“I hope we won’t see any more of her,” said Grizel. “though it has been fun to watch hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” said Bette, “But I do hope that that is the last we see of her. She is very unpleasant.”

They made their way to the Harbour where the carriages stood in a row waiting for customers. The horses all had their noses in buckets of water, for the afternoon was very hot, as was to be expected in July. Mr Fahmy spoke to the driver of the first carriage, who quickly ushered them up the steps at the back and saw them seated comfortably, before whisking the bucket away form the horse and climbing into his own seat. Before long they were bowling along the coast road, with the promised breeze refreshing them. The sun was sparkling off the water, and they could see a number of yachts scudding over the waves a little way out to sea. They were passed by a number of trucks travelling in either direction, for it was on the main coast road leading eventually to Gaza. They had passed under the road bridge on the ship that brought them to Cairo. Several coaches also passed, filled with tourists, but they all agreed that they had the better deal, sitting in the open air as they were rather than a stuffy coach.
They were busy discussing the Head’s birthday celebrations, and trying to describe the custom of hiding a coin a ring and a button inside the birthday cake, when Grizel gave voice to an alarming thought.
“Wouldn’t it be awful if that Frau Berlin was there?” she said.
“What a dreadful thought Grizel,” said Gisela in horror.
“It is extremely unlikely,” said Mr Fahmy. “But if she should be there I will expect you all to behave properly, and give her no reason to upset her further.”
At that moment they turned round a headland and found Aboukir Bay spread out below them so the conversation ceased for the moment. It was a large bay, with two little islands guarding it, and they could see why the French had thought they had found a safe anchorage. As they descended the slope into the bay, they saw a small graveyard alongside the road, though there was no sign of any houses except the little café for which they were heading.
“What is that graveyard?” asked Joey.
“It is where the sailors killed in the battle were buried,” replied Mr Fahmy. “As you can see there are a great many buried there.”
He was correct, for small as it was it was packed with headstones. They rattled past and finally drew up in front of the little café, with tables set out in the shade of an awning. There were more tables inside, and the party entered the room to see what refreshments were on offer. To their horror Frau Berlin was sitting at one of the tables, drinking coffee, and eating an enormous confection of some sort. The noise of their entry caused her to look up and see them, and her face went a deep purplish red. Before anyone could say anything she heaved herself to her feet.
“I will mit English pig-dogs not eat,” she announced loudly.
“Well we don’t want to eat with you,” said Grizel before anyone could stop her.
Mr Fahmy grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back.
“Go outside all of you,” he said angrily.
They almost ran out of the café and gathered at the far side of the covered area.
“Grizel, how could you,” said Gisela. “She had every right to be annoyed now.”
“I won’t be called a pig-dog by anyone,” said Grizel fiercely.
“You’ve put us in the wrong Grizel,” said Joey, equally as fiercely. “If you’d let it alone, she’d be in the wrong, but now it’s us.”
“If you want to let her call you names, do, but you aren’t in the least patriotic!”
“I am then! But I have a bit more sense than to spout off like that. A nice name she’ll give all English girls now!”
Gisela broke up the argument and the sparring girls by sending Grizel off for a walk in one direction and taking Joey in the other. It was too hot to walk far, but she felt that it was best to separate the two English girls until they had had a chance to cool their tempers. Before long The Fahmys called them back and they settled down to iced drinks and cakes which they ate at one of the outside tables. They could see Frau Berlin sitting inside finishing her coffee, and still looking thunderous.
At the end of the meal, Miss Fahmy kept Grizel back as the others made their way towards their carriage for the ride home.
“Please try not to be so violent in your patriotism,” she said. Luckily I do not think that there is any real harm done this time, but it has made the trip a little more unpleasant than was quite necessary, and I do not think Miss Bettany would like it.”
“No she wouldn’t Miss Fahmy. I’m sorry I was so rude.”
“The we will say no more Grizel. Now we must set of or we shall miss the train back to Cairo.”
They had to hurry when they got back to the city, but as they were about to enter the station Joey saw a familiar figure.
“OH look! Isn’t that Captain Carrick over there?”
He heard them and came over to speak. “Juliet is not with you?” he asked, doffing his hat politely.
“Not this time,” said Joey. “We came in to buy a birthday present for my sister. We are on our way back now."
“I wonder if you could do me a favour then. I was to have posted this letter to your sister, but since we have met, you could take it yourself if you would.”
Joey was puzzled, but took the letter and hurried to catch the train. As soon as she arrived back at the school, she went to her sister.
“Captain Carrick gave me this letter for you Madge,” she said. “Open it! Open it now!”
Juliet came up behind her. “Please read it Miss Bettany,” she said, her fce white and drawn.
Madge did as she was asked and read through the brief note inside.
“Oh this is dreadful,” she exclaimed as she finished reading. “Whatever am I going to do!”

 


#311:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 9:35 pm


brilliant as ever Pat - the little details make it perfect

 


#312:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 10:06 pm


Thanks Pat - you know, reading that, I wonder why such a fuss was made of Grizel's response - as she said, they were insulted first!

 


#313:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 10:09 pm


Thank you Pat. Fantastic as usual.

 


#314:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 10:15 pm


Lesley wrote:
Thanks Pat - you know, reading that, I wonder why such a fuss was made of Grizel's response - as she said, they were insulted first!


Don't know! She said that in the original too!

 


#315:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 3:56 am


That's what I mean, reading it in School at, I do wonder why, suddenly, she was in the wrong, after all Frau Berlin had spat at them and insulted them - what else was she to be allowed to get away with?

 


#316:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 11:26 am


Because EBD always had to put Grizel in the wrong.

 


#317:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:41 pm


I suspect, thinking about it, that it was considered beneath a lady to respond to that sort of thing. Grizel had lowered herself to the same level.

 


#318:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 10:26 pm


Thanks Pat. I love the way you are sticking as far as possible to the original story, majes it all the more real.

 


#319:  Author: Miss DiLocation: Newcastle, NSW PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 3:43 am


Pat wrote:
How could I leave Frau Berlin out? I did think of changing her nationality, but then thought that the Germans were in Egypt at the start of the war, so they had to be there for a reason, even though I have no idea what.


They were searching for the Lost Ark of course!

 


#320:  Author: SophoifeLocation: down under Down Under PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 8:02 am


Ach, ja, Frau Berlin, the advance party (in herself) of either the Raiders of the Lost Ark or (more likely??) those seeking the Grail - the Last Crusade...

 


#321:  Author: LyanneLocation: Ipswich, England PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 1:01 pm


Gosh, I just thought she was a spy!

 


#322:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 5:47 pm


love the idea of Frau Berlin as a spy Very Happy

Have just caught up on this (seem to be putting this rather a lot at the moment Embarassed ) and it's sooooo good - thankyou Pat

 


#323:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 7:17 pm


Madge opened the letter and swiftly read the contents her face becoming set with shock and growing anger as she took in the words. Joey gave her arm a little shake when she judged that she had had time to read the short letter.
“What is it Madge?” she asked anxiously.
Madge looked up and pulled herself together. “Never mind Joey,” she said. “Miss Fahmy, will you see to the girls for me? May I ask for your advice Mr Fahmy? I need to have someone else’s opinion on this.”
“Of course Miss Bettany. Let us sit in the garden and one of the maids shall bring us some refreshment.” He ushered the stunned Head through the school to the garden at the back, where chairs had been set out, with sun-shaded tables. They settled themselves at one of these, and Mr Fahmy said nothing until they had been given some cool drinks. No one noticed that Juliet had run from the group, and vanished.
“Now,” he said. “Tell me what has given you such a shock. Did you know that you were shaking?”
Madge laughed a little. “I’m not surprised,” she said. “I think the easiest thing would be for you to read the letter for yourself.”
He took it from her and smoothed out the sheet, before reading it carefully.

“Dear Miss Bettany,
Perhaps you will be surprised at what I am going to say. Possibly you will think and say very hard things about me. That is my misfortune. However, let me break to you at once the news that I am presenting you with my daughter Juliet. Circumstances over which I have no control force me to leave North Africa at once with my wife. A sulky schoolgirl will only be an encumbrance to us, added to which I have very little money. At least you have been paid a term’s fees, and I dare say you can make the girl useful to you, and repay yourself for her food and clothes that way.

“If, in the future, I find myself able to afford to keep her again, I will send for her. Until you hear from me to this effect, she is in your hands and at your mercy.

“I regret that I am forced to these measures, but I see nothing else for it. Of course, if you like, you can send her to the nearest orphan asylum; but I have more faith in your goodness of heart. For your own convenience, I may as well tell you that neither my wife nor I have any relatives, so search for them will be as useless as search for us. Juliet can tell you that much herslef. Au revoir!

Lindley F C Carrick


Mr Fahmy swore steadily in Arabic when he had finished reading this heartlessly cruel note. Then realsing that there was a chance that Madge could understand a little of what he was saying, he swiftly apologised.
“My apologies Miss Bettany, but my disgust for this man overcame my good manners. He does not deserve the name of ‘father’. That poor child to be abandoned like this.”
A choked sob stopped him and they both turned to see Juliet coming slowly from behind a shady tree, where she had been slumped ever since she had run from the other girls. Miss Bettany, have they left me again?” she dropped down beside Madge is a little heap. “I was so afraid that that was what they meant to do, ever since they made me a boarder. They did it when we were in India, but the Head there tracked them down and made them take me back. It is better here, for at least you are kind to me, but it is so very dreadful to be thrown onto people’s charity like this!” She sobbed again, a dry little sound that was more heart-wrenching than tears would have been.
Madge dropped to the ground and drew the girl into her arms. “Don’t cry Juliet. We’ll work something out I promise you. It is dreadful for you I know.”
These simple words stole into Juliet’s mind and heart, and woke there a passionate allegiance to Madge that would only show itself later. Now Madge turned to Mr Fahmy. “Do you think it is worth trying to trace the Carricks?” she asked. “You met them in Alexandria I believe.”
“They will be long gone, Miss Bettany,” said Mr Fahmy regretfully. “There are boats sailing form there to all the ports in the Mediterranean.”

 


#324:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 8:13 pm


Still feel sooooo sorry for Juliet. Crying or Very sad


Thanks Pat.

 


#325:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 8:37 pm


Poor Juliet. Crying or Very sad

 


#326:  Author: VikkiLocation: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!! PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 9:01 pm


*hugs Juliet!*

 


#327:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 9:08 pm


((Juliet))

it's all so plausible - it really makes me think that if EBD had gone on holiday to Egypt it COULD have happened this way!

 


#328:  Author: kerenLocation: Israel PostPosted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:02 am


Where will they have an accident?
Cyprus, Turkey, Palestine...?

 


#329:  Author: ravenseyesLocation: New Zealand PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 4:14 am


This is quite fascinating. Thank you Smile

 


#330:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 6:26 am


Thank you Pat. It's very clever the way it remains true to the original, with the same incidents and yet seems quite as natural in such a different setting. It's odd because I always felt the setting was central to the books and it turns out not to be.

Ae you going to continue through the whole of the Austrian Books? We'll have a complete alternative universe if you do.

 


#331:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 6:56 am


Great idea patmac.
Thanks for the update.

 


#332:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:21 am


Thanks Pat. Poor Juliet! Love that idea Patmac!

 


#333:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:11 am


patmac wrote:
Are you going to continue through the whole of the Austrian Books? We'll have a complete alternative universe if you do.


Argh! What a thought!!!

 


#334:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 7:25 pm


i thought that was an update Crying or Very sad

please, pat, may we have some more?!

 


#335:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 7:40 pm


When I've decided where to send them for Madge's birthday!!! Cool

 


#336:  Author: LyanneLocation: Ipswich, England PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 9:49 pm


Patmac wrote
Quote:
Ae you going to continue through the whole of the Austrian Books? We'll have a complete alternative universe if you do.
Why stop at the Austrian books? They could go to South Africa when the war hits Eygpt.

 


#337:  Author: MarianneLocation: Lancaster PostPosted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 9:59 pm


aww,poor, poor Juliet!

 


#338:  Author: JosieLocation: London PostPosted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 9:03 am


patmac wrote:
Ae you going to continue through the whole of the Austrian Books? We'll have a complete alternative universe if you do.


Patmac - are you taking revenge for people feeding your plot bunnies Wink Wink Laughing

Thanks Pat, fab as ever. Very Happy

 


#339:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Sun May 01, 2005 8:58 pm


Thanks Pat

Poor Juliet Crying or Very sad

Liz

 


#340:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:08 pm


When it was far too late to do anything about it, Madge received a cable from her brother Dick, advising her to have nothing to do with the Carricks, and detailing the story that Juliet herself had told them. Madge smiled ruefully, and wrote a long letter to him telling him all that had happened and the decisions she had made.

The night before Madge’s birthday, Margia Stevens had hit upon the brilliant idea of serenading her under her window. Luckily her room faced over the courtyard, for if it had been one of those overlooking the street, they would have had to abandon the idea. Therefore, the morning of her birthday dawned with a great deal of pandemonium, at least in the girls dormitories, ans everyone tried to get up quickly and quietly. Unable to find a song with the correct name in the title, they had decided on “Who is Sylvia”, believing that the Head would know who was meant. They were in the throws of bathing when Amy Stevens broached a question.
“Please, who is going to give me my bath? And the water is cold still isn’t it? I’m ot allowed to have cold baths.”
This little speech caused a good deal of consternation, until Juliet spoke up.
“I’ll get some warm water from the kitchen and bath you myself,” she said, thus causing a deafening silence to descend on the girls as they digested the shock. It took Grizel to voice the feelings of the rest, as she crept downstairs with Joey.
“Did you see? Juliet did practically everything for Amy! I never thought to see that!”
“Well of course!” said Joey promptly. “She’s the oldest of us, and someone had to see to Amy; she’s too much of a baby to see to herself.”
This effectively shut Grizel up, which had been Jo’s intention, as she had a good idea what had prompted this display of helpfulness on Juliet’s behalf. They crept out into the courtyard, and gathered under Madge’s window. Margia gave them their note, and they sang at the tops of their voices, waking Madge with a jolt, as she had been heavily asleep. She staggered out of bed and wrapped her light cotton dressing-gown around herself before coming to the window.
“Thank you for a lovely awakening,” she called down tot he waiting girls.
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Grizel. “It was Margia’s idea really.”
“Very much, thank you. Now it’s time I was dressing. I will see you all at breakfast.”
After breakfast was over, they brought the coffee service into the largest of the school rooms and arranged it carefully on a tray that Joey had borrowed from the kitchen. When Madge appeared, the girls all shouted their greetings to her in their own languages, which gave the effect of a Tower of Babel. Madge laughed and thanked them, and then Gisela and Wanda brought the tray of crockery forward very carefully and presented it to her. It was still early when all this was over, for they had decided to set out on their excursion while the day was still fairly cool. With temperatures reaching well into the 90s in the middle of the day, they wanted to get as much done as possible during the morning. A coach was waiting for them outside the door and they clambered on board. Madge had decided that they would spend the day in the old Egyptian city of Memphis, which was now on the outskirts of the modern city. It had been the capital of the ancient Egyptians, though there was now little left of the great metropolis. The coach dropped them outside the area, the diver promising to return at the agreed time, and they entered the ruins. Madge had been doing her homework, as she saw no reason for the girls to remain in ignorance of the wonderful civilisation which ahd flourished for so many centuries.
“There is little left of Memphis,” she explained. “When the Egyptians built the city they also built dykes to hold back the Nile. Unfortunately, when the Mamaluks invaded the dykes fell into disrepair and the city began to silt up. What you see here has been only recently discovered and excavated by Mr Flinders Petrie, between 1908 and 1913.”
“Who were the Mamaluks?” asked Suzanne.
“they were the rulers of Egypt for a time Suzanne. “They were descended from slaves. We will learn more about them in your history lessons.”
“The city was originally called Ineb-Hedj, which means ‘white wall’” said Maryam Fahmy. “It was later re-named Ankh-Tawy, or ‘That which binds two lands’. It stands between what was known as the Upper and Lower Kingdoms, you see, and that is why is became the Pharoah’s capital. It existed for thousands of year, and there is no modern city that can compare to its age.”
“Golly!” said Joey. “What a shame there is so little left.”
“We know that it spread for miles along the banks of the Nile,” said Miss Maynard, sharing the telling.
They wandered around the ruins, exclaiming at the beauty. When they found the famous alabaster sphinx, they all wanted their photos taken standing in front of it, and a nearby guide agreed to take the group of them, Madge having offered him a small tip.
When lunchtime came they found a spreading tree to sit under and opened the baskets that the kitchen staff had provided for them. They had rolls filled with salad, little pies that melted in the mouth, and fresh fruit to finish everything off. The kitchen staff had also given them flasks of fresh fruit drink. These had had pieces of ice dropped in to keep the contents cold, and were greatly relished by the thirsty party. When they had finished everything, and packed the remains away carefully, Madge made sure that they all had a good rest. They were to visit the museum housing the colossal statue of Rameses later, and she wanted them to have a good rest first. The gently breeze was blowing in off the Nile, and before long they were all asleep, even the staff, who had felt obliged to try to remain awake. They slept heavily as a result of the exercise and fresh air, as well as their early start, and it was nearly four o’clock when Jo woke, the first of the party to do so. She sat up with a start and looked at her watch. When she saw the time she exclaimed in horrow and shook her sister wildly.
“Wake up Madge, quickly. Oh whatever will we do!”

 


#341:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:16 pm


an excellent alternative to the real trip - can't help wondering just what they are going to do though!

other than spend the night there...

 


#342:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:46 pm


Thanks Pat - love seeing this alternative version.

Can they spend the night there? It'll get ever so cold. Shocked

 


#343:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:50 pm


Lesley wrote:
Thanks Pat - love seeing this alternative version.

Can they spend the night there? It'll get ever so cold. Shocked


Well you'll just have to wait and see, won't you Lesley dear? Twisted Evil Twisted Evil
That's why it ended there, so I could finish it later? Does that sound familiar? Wink Wink

 


#344:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:56 pm


*Sends loads of carrots, fresh dandelion leaves and fresh grass to Pat's bunnies.*

Thank you Pat

 


#345:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:00 pm


Lovely pat.

 


#346:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:02 pm


Pat wrote:
Lesley wrote:
Thanks Pat - love seeing this alternative version.

Can they spend the night there? It'll get ever so cold. Shocked


Well you'll just have to wait and see, won't you Lesley dear? Twisted Evil Twisted Evil
That's why it ended there, so I could finish it later? Does that sound familiar? Wink Wink


Oh I'm quite happy to wait, Pat, was just asking the question - deserts can be freezing at night. Wink

 


#347:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 10:42 pm


I'm glad of that Lesley. I was afraid you might need the practice! Twisted Evil

 


#348:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Mon May 02, 2005 11:28 pm


Thanks Pat

*Waiting patiently to find out what they'll do*

Liz

 


#349:  Author: LesleyLocation: Allhallows, Kent PostPosted: Tue May 03, 2005 3:04 am


Pat wrote:
I'm glad of that Lesley. I was afraid you might need the practice! Twisted Evil


Not at all Pat, you just keep right on! Wink

 


#350:  Author: kerenLocation: Israel PostPosted: Tue May 03, 2005 6:09 am


Lyanne wrote:
Patmac wrote
Quote:
Ae you going to continue through the whole of the Austrian Books? We'll have a complete alternative universe if you do.
Why stop at the Austrian books? They could go to South Africa when the war hits Eygpt.


Actually what I was thinking, is that even if they were here when the war broke out, it could meet up with the original books by having them still goto gurnsey, but how Jem would fit in I do not know, maybe set up a leprosy clinic?????
What would they run from? Just the situation
There were definitely Nazis in Egypt, but I do not think they conquered it, did they? There were there as an international place like in portugal.

 




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