Miss Annersley looked up from her pile of correspondence with a sigh as she heard the crash. She knew Joey had stayed the eternal school girl, but she did wish that she wouldnt try to prove this by doing madcap things like climbing in through the windows.
The piercing grey eyes that had never yet needed glasses fixed on Joeys normally pale face, which was currently flushed with excitement. In her hand she waved a letter.
Oh, Hilda! she exclaimed. I had to come over to give you the latest hanes guess who this letter is from.
Hilda bit back a retort that she was far too busy-in the conventional sense-to play guessing games. She knew her Joey, and it was easiest to humour her.
Madge? she asked.
No! Well you remember Francie Wilford?
Miss Annersley settled back. This was going to be a long process.
Well, seeing as she only left last summer, I havent had much time to forget her, she said gently.
This letter is from her. You see Francies next door neighbour cat goes to the same vet as the dog which belongs to the uncle of one of your new girls!
Miss Annersley cast her mind through the new girls. As far as she knew only one of them was likely to have any problems that Joey would think needs extra help, and judging by the crusading look on her face, that was exactly what she was planning.
Mabel Thompson?
Thats right!
She handed over the letter for Miss Annersley to read. At the end Hilda looked up.
Joey, she said trying to be kind but firm. The thing is I have met Mabel and her parents and they told us that theyve been estranged from her uncle for many
A dreamlike mask settled over Joeys face.
I dont like Mabel as a name.. Hmm Bella isnt fashionable now what about Mabe or Mab yes, I like Mab. I shall greet her from the coach, and tell her with her new name all can be forgiven and she can start again, and we shall
Joey, repeated Miss Annersley, This wont be necessary.
And then I shall invite her for afternoon tea, she will love helping with the babies' bath time, and I shall explain to her about forgiveness
With the crusading look fixed firmly on her face, Joey raced out again. The crash from the next room heralded her departure. Rosalie came in, and looked sympathetically at Miss Annersleys harassed face. Miss Annersley told her all about it.
I think Id enlist Biddys help, she suggested.
Miss Annersley nodded.
I was wondering about her myself. Im sure she can find something to occupy Joey when the coaches are arriving.
She picked up the phone to phone Biddy Courvoisier(?) once ORyan.
Oh sure, I know Joey of old, Biddy said when the situation was explained. Nothing will stop her putting her oar in where she feels it needs it.
Well on this occasion she doesnt need to, said Miss Annersley rather tartly.
Biddy laughed, and having assured Miss Annersley that she would keep Joey out of the way, put down the phone. Miss Annersley turned back to Rosalie with a relieved look on her face.
Thats one thing sorted, she said. Now, do you think we can convince Joey that were in quarantine for scarlet fever all term..?