She had loved 'The Moorings' best as it was a year ago, a
little 'homey' school, where the classes had been like working with a
private governess. She immensely admired the two sweet, grey-haired
sisters, with their refined, cultured atmosphere and beautiful,
courteous, dignified manner. They seemed the epitome of the nineteenth
century, and marked a different era, a something very precious that was
rapidly passing away. If flowers are the symbols of our personalities she
would have set them down as rosemary and lavender. They had withdrawn
almost entirely from teaching, so that the day-girls now saw little of
them, but in the hostel they still reigned supreme, and kept to their old
custom of amusing the youngest boarders for half an hour before bedtime.
The elder ones, owing to the large amount of preparation required under
the new regime, could very rarely find time now to come and join this
pleasant circle, which met in quite an informal manner in Miss Pollard's
room. To Mavis it was a bigger attraction even than tennis, and she would
give up her turn at the courts, or would hurry over her home-work, in
order to creep in among the juniors for that cosy half-hour.
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