Not if I have to go myself
to Miss Pollard, and tell her my mind about it."
Merle had meant to wake up a little earlier and run through her
preparation, but she was sleepier than usual next morning, and had to be
roused by Mavis. She opened her eyes most unwillingly.
"I never heard Jessop bring the hot water. It can't be half-past seven!
Oh, bother! I'd give all the world to be left quiet in bed! Go away!"
"All right! Stop in bed, and let Muriel give her list to Miss Mitchell!"
said Mavis.
Whereupon Merle groaned, sat up, and began to pull on her stockings.
"Guess I'll take the wind out of Muriel's sails!" she murmured.
The list was beautifully wrapped up in a sheet of new tissue-paper, and
Merle carried it proudly to school. Miss Mitchell was generally in the
study from about 8.45 till 9 o'clock, so there would be nice time to
present it before call-over. On this particular morning, however, as fate
would have it, the study was unoccupied. Merle peeped in many times, went
to the hostel, asked the boarders if they had seen Miss Mitchell, but was
utterly unable to find her.
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