Fifth Formers of St Clare's
Enid Blyton
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(, March 15, 2012)
Fifth Formers of St Clare'sBook 6 of 6 in this Series.Enid Blyton: Fifth Formers of St. Clare's (St. Clare's #6) 1 BACK FOR THE WINTER TERM ST. CLARE'S had stood silent and empty during eight weeks of the summer holiday. Except for the sound of mops and brushes, and a tradesman ringing at the bell, the place had been very quiet. The school cat missed the girls and wandered about miserably for the first week or two. But now everything was different. The school coaches were rolling up the hill, full of chattering, laughing children—St. Clare's was beginning a new winter term ! ' Who would think this was a winter term ?' said Pat O'Sullivan, to her twin, Isabel. ' The sun is as hot as it was in the summer. We might be able to have a few games of tennis, still.' ' I shall certainly have a swim in the pool,' said Bobby Ellis, whose face seemed even more freckled than usual. ' I hope there's fresh water in today—I might have a swim after tea.' ' Ah, you Bobbee ! Always you must play tennis or swim or run or jump !' said Claudine, the little French girl. ' And your freckles ! Never did I see so many on one face. I have been careful in the hot sun these holidays—not one freckle did I catch !' The girls laughed. Claudine was always terrified of getting freckles—but never did one appear on her pale face and white hands. The girls poured into the school, running up the familiar steps, shouting to one another, dumping their lacrosse sticks everywhere. ' Hallo, Hilary ! Hallo, Janet ! Oh, there's Carlotta, looking more like a gypsy than ever. Hey, Carlotta, where did you go for your holidays ? You look as dark as a gypsy." ' I have been to Spain,' said Carlotta. ' Some of my people live there, you know. I had a grand time.' ' There's Mirabel—golly, she's awfully tall now !' said Isabel. ' Gladys looks more like a mouse than ever beside her.' ' Hallo !' said the big, strapping Mirabel, coming up. ' How's every one ?' ' Hallo, Mirabel, hallo Gladys,' said the girls. ' You've been spending the hols. together, haven't you ? I bet you played tennis and swam all the time !' Both Mirabel and Gladys were fond of games, and this term Mirabel was anxious to be sports captain at St. Clare's. She had been in the fifth form for two terms, and Annie Thomas, the sports captain, had let Mirabel help her. Now Annie had left, and there was a chance that Mirabel might be captain, for there was no one in the sixth form really fitted to have that post. ' Let's go and look at our classroom,' said Bobby Ellis. ' It was going to be re-decorated in the hols., I know. Let's see what it's like.' They all trooped upstairs to the big fifth form-room. Certainly it looked very nice, painted a pale banana yellow. The light was clean and clear in the room, and the view from the windows a lovely one. ' We've only got this term here—and then we go up into the sixth form !' said Hilary. ' Fancy being at the top of the school! I remember when I first came to St. Clare's, I thought the fifth and sixth formers were almost grown-up. I hardly dared to speak to them.' ' I expect the young ones think the same thing of us,' said Janet. ' I know most of them scuttle out of my way when I come along—like frightened rabbits !' ' I have a young sister in the second form this term,' said Claudine, the French girl. ' She came over with me from France. Look—there she is, the little Antoinette.' The girls looked out of the window. They saw a girl of about fourteen, very like the pale-faced, dark-haired Claudine, standing watching the others. She looked very self-possessed. 'Don't you want to go down and show Antoinette round a bit ? ' said Pat. ' I bet she feels lonely and new.' 'Ah, Antoinette would never feel so,' said Claudine. ' She can stand on her own toes, like me.' ' Stand on her own feet, you mean,' said Bobby, with a chuckle. ' You'll never get those English sayings right, Claudine. Ah—there's old Mam'zelle !' The girls watched Mam'zelle going out into the garden....