I expected
mother to tell him, and I daresay I should not have been
surprised to see my furs follow the book. I had got into the way
of expecting to see things burning that do not belong in a
fireplace. But mother did not tell him.
I have thought over this a great deal, and I beleive
that now I understand. Mother was unjustly putting the blame for
everything on this School, and mother had chosen the School. My
father had not been much impressed by the catalogue. "Too much
dancing room and not enough tennis courts," he had said. This,
of course, is my father's opinion. Not mine.
The real reason, then, for mother's silence was that she
disliked confessing that she made a mistake in her choice of a
School.
I ate very little Luncheon and my only comfort was my seed
pearls. I was wearing them, for fear the door-bell would ring,
and a Letter or flowers would arrive from H. In that case I felt
quite sure that someone, in a frenzy, would burn the Pearls
also.
The afternoon was terrable. It rained solid sheets, and
Patrick, the butler, gave notice three hours after he had
recieved his Xmas presents, on account of not being let off for
early mass.
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