A craze came over
the school for physical fitness and efficiency, and the most persistent
shirkers were forced by public opinion into exerting themselves. Miss
Mitchell said little, but her hazel eyes saw everything that was going
on. Her manner towards Merle, which had been rather off-hand, gradually
softened, and though she showed her no special favour, she gave her, on
one occasion, a word of praise.
"You've shown me that you possess certain powers of organisation, and
that you know how to use your influence," she remarked.
And Merle, to whom Miss Mitchell's good opinion seemed almost the most
important thing in the world, went about as if she were treading on air,
and repeated the precious sentence to herself as proudly as if it were a
patent of nobility.
"She wouldn't notice me when I used to bring her flowers!" thought Merle.
"It's only when I've done something for the school that she really cares.
Some day, perhaps, I'll make her like me for myself!"
CHAPTER XVII
The Fourth of July
Mavis and Merle went home to Bridge House feeling as if they had had a
peep at the inner life of 'The Moorings.
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