Upper Fourth at Malory Towers (9 page)

“Oh dear—that's how I used to feel!” cried Clarissa, sympathetically. “I forgot you spoke about your heart today, Gwen. Well, it can't be helped. We can't get the others back here to tea.”

“What a pity,” mourned Mrs. Lucy, and took them inside her dear little cottage. Set on a table inside was a most marvellous homemade tea!

There were tongue sandwiches with lettuce, hard-boiled eggs to eat with bread-and-butter, great chunks of new-made cream cheese, potted meat, ripe tomatoes grown in Mrs. Lucy's brother's greenhouse, gingerbread cake fresh from the oven, shortbread, a great fruit cake with almonds crowding the top, biscuits of all kinds and six jam sandwiches!

“Gracious!” said Gwen and Clarissa, in awe. “What a spread!”

“Nurse, it's too marvellous for words,” said Clarissa. “But oh dear, what a waste! And such an expense, too!”

“Oh now, you needn't think about that,” said Mrs. Lucy at once. “Your sister came to see me yesterday, her that's married, and she gave me some money to spend on getting a good spread for you all. So here it is—and only the two of you to eat it. Well, certainly, Miss Clarissa, you did give me to understand in your letter that the whole class were coming.”

“No, Nurse—I said the whole of our form from North Tower were coming for a picnic and could we (that's Gwen and I) come and have tea with you,” explained Clarissa. “I suppose you thought that “we” meant the whole lot. I'm so very sorry.”

“Sit you down and eat,” said Mrs. Lucy. But even with such a wonderful spread the two girls could not eat very much after their very good lunch. Gwen looked at the masses of food in despair.

And then Mrs. Lucy had a brainwave.

“Don't you have midnight feasts or anything like that at your school?” she said to Clarissa. “I remember your sister, her that's married, used to tell of them when she went to boarding-school.”

“A midnight feast!” said Gwen, remembering the one or two she had enjoyed at Malory Towers. “My word—that's a super idea, Mrs. Lucy! Could we really have the food for that?”

“Of course you can. Then it will get to the hungry mouths it was made for,” said old Mrs. Lucy, her eyes twinkling at the two girls. “But how will you take it?”

Clarissa and Gwen considered. There was far too much for them to carry by themselves. They would simply have to have help. Clarissa was very excited. A midnight feast!

She had read of such things—and now she was going to join in one—and provide the food, tool

“I know,” said Gwen, suddenly. “We have to meet Darrell and the others at half-past five, at the end of the lane down there—the one that leads up from the cove. We will bring some of the girls back here to help to carry the stuff!”

“Good idea,” agreed Clarissa, her eyes shining behind their thick glasses. So, just before half-past five by Mrs. Lucy's clock, Gwen and Clarissa slipped along to the end of the lane to meet the others.

But only two were there—and very cross the two were. They were Alicia and Belinda.

“Well! Do you know it's a quarter to six, and we've jolly well been waiting for you two for twenty minutes!” began Alicia indignantly. “The others have gone on. We've had to wait behind. Haven't you got watches?”

“No,” said Gwendoline. “I'm so sorry. I'm afraid Mrs. Lucy's clock must have been slow.”

“Well, for goodness' sake, put your best foot forward now,” grumbled Alicia.

But Gwen caught at her arm.

“Wait a bit, Alicia. We want you and Belinda to come back to Mrs. Lucy's cottage with us. It isn't far.”

Alicia and Belinda stared in exasperation at Gwen. Rapidly she told them about the feast, and all the food left over—and how Mrs. Lucy had offered it to them for a midnight feast

A grin appeared on Alicia's face, and a wicked look on Belinda's. A midnight feast! That would be a fine end to a very nice day. All that food, too! It simply couldn't be wasted.

“Well, it would certainly be a sin to let all that wonderful food go stale,” said Alicia, cheerfully. “I quite see you couldn't allow that. And I'm sure we could all do with a feast tonight, after our walking, climbing and bathing. We'll go back and help you carry the stuff.”

No more was said about being late. The four of them went quickly back to Mrs. Lucy's cottage. She had packed it up as best she could in net bags and baskets. The girls exclaimed in delight and thanked her heartily.

“We'll bring back the baskets and bags as soon as we can,” promised Clarissa. “My, what a load we've got!”

They had indeed. It was all the four could do to lug it back to Malory Towers. Sally was wailing for them as they came down the cliff-path. “Whatever
have
you been doing?” she asked. “Darrell's in an awful wax, thinking you'd got lost or something. She was just about to go and report that you'd all fallen over the cliff!”

Alicia laughed. “Take a look at this basket,” she said. “And this bag! Clarissa's old nurse gave us the whole lot for a midnight feast!”

“Golly!” said Sally, thrilled. “How super! You'd better hide the things somewhere. We don't want Potty or Mam'zelle finding them.”

“Where shall we put them?” wondered Alicia. “And where shall we have the feast! It would be better to have it out-of-doors tonight, it’s so hot. I know! Let's have it down by the pool. We might even have a midnight swim!”

This sounded absolutely grand. “You go and tell Darrell we're safe,” said Alicia, “and we four will slip down to the pool, and hide these things in the cubby-holes there where we keep the life-belts and things.”

Sally sped off, and Gwen, Clarissa, Alicia and Belinda swiftly made their way down to the pool. The tide was out—but at midnight it would be in again, and they could splash about in the pool, and have their feast with the waves running over their toes. The moon was full, too—everything was just right!

Alicia packed the food into a cubbyhole and shut the door. Then she and the others went up the cliff-path, but halfway up Alicia remembered that she hadn't locked the door of the cubbyhole she had used.

“Blow!” she said. “I suppose I'd better, in case anyone goes snooping round. You go on, you three—and I'll come as soon as I've locked up.”

She went down and locked the cubbyhole, slipping the key into her pocket. She heard footsteps near her as she pocketed the key and turned round hastily.

Thank goodness it was only Betty, her West Tower friend! “Hallo! What are you doing here?” said Betty.

Alicia grinned and told her about the hoard of food. “Why don't you ask
me
to come along?” said Betty. “Any objection?”

“No. It's just that Darrell mightn't like it,” said Alicia, hesitating. “You know that we aren't supposed to leave our towers and join up together at night. That's always been a very strict rule.”

“Well—is there anything to stop me from looking out of my dormy window, hearing something going on at the pool, and coming along to see what it is?” said Betty, with her wicked grin. “Then I don't see how you can prevent everyone from say, 'Come along and join us.' “

“Yes—that's a wizard idea,” said Alicia. “You do that. Then nobody will know I told you! I'll call out, “Come and join us,” and that will make everyone else join in—and Darrell won't be able to say no!”

“Right,” said Betty, and chuckled. “I could do with a spree like this, couldn't you? Where did you go today? Langley Hill? We went to Longbottom, and had some good fun. I say—I suppose I couldn't bring one or two more

West Tower girls with me, I suppose, could I? After all, it's not like being
invited
if we just pop along to see what the noise is. No one will ever know.”

“All right. Bring Eileen and Winnie,” said Alicia. “They'll enjoy it. But for goodness' sake don't say I told you, or Darrell will blow my head off! She's taking her head-girl's duties very, very seriously!”

“She would!” said Betty, and laughed. “Well, see you tonight—and mind you're very surprised when we appear!”

She sped off and Alicia went to join the others. “Whatever made you so long?” demanded Belinda. “We thought you must have thrown a fit and fallen into the pool. You'll be late for supper now if you aren't quick.”

“Have you told Darrell about the food and the midnight feast?” asked Alicia.

“Yes,” said Belinda. “She looked a bit doubtful at first, and then when we reminded her that the great Fifth had had one last term, she laughed and said, “All right! A feast it shall be then!'“

“Good for Darrell,” said Alicia, pleased. “Did you suggest that down by the pool would be a good place?”

“Yes. She agreed that it would,” said Belinda. “So we're all set!”

The Upper Fourth winked at one another so continually that supper-time that Mam'zelle, who was taking the supper-table, looked down at her person several times to see if she had forgotten some article of apparel. Had she lost a few buttons? Was her belt crooked? Was her hair coming down? Then why did these bad girls wink and wink?

But it was nothing to do with Mam'zelle or her clothing or hair—it was just that the girls were thrilled and excited, and full of giggles and nudges and winks, enough to drive any mistress to distraction.

Mam'zelle was indulgent. “They are excited after their picnic,” she thought. “Ah, how well they will sleep tonight!”

But Mam'zelle was wrong. They didn't intend to sleep at all well that night!

“For goodness' sake don't let Potty or Mam'zelle guess there's anything planned for tonight,” said Darrell to the others after supper. “I saw Mam'zelle looking very suspicious. Come into the common room now, and we'll arrange the details. How gorgeous to have so much food given to us—Clarissa, many thanks!”

Clarissa blushed, but was too nervous to say anything. She was delighted to think that she could provide a feast for the others.

They all went to the common room and sat about to discuss their plans. “It's such a terrifically hot evening that it really will be lovely down by the pool,” said Sally. “There won't have to be any of the usual screeching or yelling though—sounds carry so at night, and although the pool is right down on the rocks, it's quite possible to hear noises from there if the wind is right.”

Alicia was pleased to hear Sally say this. It would make it seem natural for Betty and Eileen and Winnie to come and say they had heard sounds from the pool.

“I and Sally will keep awake tonight,” planned Darrell, “Then when we hear the clock strike twelve, we will wake you all, and you can get into dressing-gowns and bring your bathing-things. We'd better fetch them from the changing-rooms now, or else we may wake up one of the staff, if we rummage about late at night.”

“Is all the food safely down by the pool?” asked Bill, who was very much looking forward to this adventure. It was the first time she had ever been to a midnight feast!

“Yes. Safely locked in the cubby-hole on the left,” said Alicia. “I've got the key.”

“We'll have a bathe first and then we'll feast!” said Darrell. “It's a pity we haven't anything exciting to drink.”

“I bet if I went and asked old Cookie for some lemonade, she'd leave us some ready,” said Irene, who was a great favourite with the kitchen staff.

“Good. You go then,” said Darrell. “Ask her to make two big jugfuls, and stand them on the cold larder floor. We'll fetch them when we're ready.”

Irene sped off. Then Alicia was sent with Mavis to fetch the bathing-things from the changing-room. Everyone began to feel tremendously excited. Clarissa could hardly keep still

“I wish I hadn't had so much supper,” said Gwendoline. “I'm sure I shan't feel hungry by midnight.”

“Serves you right for being a pig,” said Belinda. “You had five tomatoes at supper. I counted!”

“A pity you hadn't anything better to do,” said Gwendoline, trying to be sarcastic.

“Oh, it's wonderful to watch your nice little ways,” said Belinda, lazily. “No wonder you're getting so fat, the way you gobble everything at meals. Dear me, what a wonderful drawing I could make of you as a nice fat little piggy-wig with blue eyes and a ribbon on your tail.”

Everyone roared. “Do, do!” begged Sally. Gwendoline began to scowl, saw Belinda looking at her, and hastily straightened her face. She wished she hadn't tried to be sarcastic to Belinda. She always came off badly if she did!

Alicia and Mavis came back, giggling, with the bathing-things. “Anyone spot you?” asked Darrell, anxiously.

“I don't think so. That pestiferous young cousin of mine, June, was somewhere about, but I don't think she'd spot anything was up,” said Alicia. “I heard her whistling somewhere, when we were in the changing-room.”

Irene came back from the kitchen, grinning all over her face. “I found Cookie, and she was all alone,” she said. “She'll have two thumping big jugs of lemonade ready for us on the floor of the larder, any time after eleven o'clock tonight The staff go to bed then, so she says any time after that will be safe for us to get it. Whoops!”

“This is going to be super,” said Alicia. “What exactly did you say the food was, Clarissa?”

Clarissa explained, with Gwen prompting her proudly. Gwen really felt as if she had provided half the feast herself, and she basked in Clarissa's reflected glory.

“Did you ever have midnight feasts at your last school, Ruth?” asked Darrell, seeing that Ruth looked as excited as the others.

Connie answered for her as usual. “No. We tried once, but we got caught—and my word we did get a wigging from the Head.”

“I asked Ruth, not you,” said Darrell, annoyed with Connie. “Don't keep butting in. Let Ruth answer for herself.” She turned to Ruth again.

“Was your last head very strict?” she asked. Connie opened her mouth to answer for Ruth again, caught the glint in Darrell's eye, and shut it.

Ruth actually answered, after waiting for a moment for Connie. “Well,” she said, “I think probably you would call her very strict. You see....”

“Oh, not very strict, Ruth,” interrupted Connie. “Don't you remember how nice she was over...”

“I'M ASKING RUTH,” said Darrell, exasperated.

What would have happened next the form would dearly have loved to know—but there came an interruption that changed the subject. Matron popped her head in and said she wanted Gwendoline.