“I think that’s the last.” Miss Wilson sat back in her chair and pushed her hair off her face with a sigh of relief. “Well, Gillian, what do you think about it all?” Her secretary finished writing the...

There was a silence in the consulting-room. The great physician sat back in his chair, and sighed softly to himself. No doctor likes to give an unfavourable verdict, and he was no exception to the rule....

Miss Annersley, Head of the Chalet School, looked up from the letter she was writing. Her eyes grew bright and the colour came into her cheeks as she held out her hand for the sheet of paper. ‘From Canada,...

It was the beginning of a new term at the Chalet School, and all over the Chalet and its sister house, Le Petit Chalet, sounded a buzz of merry voices, a tapping of heels, and peals of gay laughter. Downstairs...

There is no disguising the fact that Eustacia Benson was the most arrant little prig that ever existed. She was not so much to blame for it as was her upbringing. Her father had been a learned professor...

Dr Marilliar laid down the tiny hammer with which he had been tapping sundry of his patient’s joints, and pulled the loose, fleecy robe right over her. ‘That’s all now, thank you. Run along into the other...

The Lady Acetylene Lampe reclined at ease on the broad window-seat, and gazed dreamily out over the sea which lay hot, sparkling, and brilliantly blue on this August morning. “My lady,” said her faithful...

Into the pretty bedroom came the great English doctor, a jolly smile on his face as he approached the bed where his patient was lying. ‘Good-morning, your Highness. How are you this morning?’ he cried....

Oh, Jo! Do stop that awful thing! I’m sick of it!’ Joey Bettany kicked her heels against the fence on which she was sitting, and gave a chuckle. ‘I think it’s jolly nice.’ ‘Well, I don’t; and I just wish...

Good Herr Braun came slowly down the lake-path, his hands clasped behind his back, his lips pursed round a cigarette. There was a peaceful look on his face, and his blue eyes were full of happiness as...

Jacynth sat in the corner of the railway carriage, and looked out at the bustling platform with eyes that were partly frightened, partly bewildered. Today she was to set off for boarding-school, where...

Joey Bettany sat on the fence that railed in the garden of Die Rosen, her sister’s chalet, whistling like a blackbird, and frowning profoundly. It was a bright, sunny day at the end of April, and a tiny...

Her Royal Highness the Princess Elisaveta Margherita, Crown Princess of Belsornia, sat on a grass bank and sang lustily one of the old English folk-songs. Anything less like the traditional princess it...

‘If only I knew what to do with you girls!’ said Dick in worried tones. ‘Oh, you needn’t worry about us!’ replied Madge. ‘Talk sense! I’m the only man there is in the family—except Great-Uncle William;...

Two girls were walking down Palmerston Road, Portsmouth, with a graceful swing which drew the eyes of the passers-by to them. The elder of the two, slender and pretty, with an unusual amount of brown...

‘Posty!’ Daisy Venables, who had been sitting curled up on the grass, jumped to her feet and made a bee-line for the drive, up which a familiar figure was to be seen slowly advancing. Evan Evans, ‘Posty,’...

Katharine stood on the platform at Paddington, looking round anxiously. It had been a most awful rush, but you expected that with Aunt Luce. She was a dear thing; but so vague! When Mother had written...

‘Certainly not! You ought to be ashamed of yourself for behaving like this! Now let me hear no more about it, please, Carola. You will come with me to Jamaica as I have settled. I have engaged a very...

‘But why mustn’t I?’ demanded Mary-Lou, standing very straight and square, her blue eyes looking levelly at Mother and Gran. ‘Because your mother says you mustn’t,’ retorted Gran with her usual crispness....

‘Well, Jo! So here you are. Have you had a good holiday?’ The tall, dark girl who had just entered the front door at the Chalet School dropped her suitcase and gripped the hand Matron was offering her....

The girls of the Chalet School were all in their places for the assembly with which School always began on the first night of the term. The School, begun nearly six years previously with only eight girls,...

‘Hello, everyone! Had good holidays?’ ‘Splendid, thank you. And you?’ ‘Rather! My family greeted me with open arms, and I was quite the pet of the house. Pity it lasts such a short while!’ And Miss Edwards,...

‘I don’t like it at all,’ said Miss Annersley; ‘not in the least.’ Miss Wilson, geography and science mistress of the Chalet School, put her elbows on the table and cupped her face in her hands. ‘Don’t...

The lattice window, already ajar, was pushed wide open, and a shock head was thrust through. ‘They’re coming, Miss Phoebe!’ proclaimed a shrill voice. ‘They’ve got a huge waggon. There’s four of them,...

‘You look painfully worried, Jem. What’s gone wrong now?’ Doctor Jem Russell, head of the Sonnalpe Sanatorium in Tyrol, glanced at his young sister-in-law, Jo Bettany, with a worried air indeed, but he...

“Jack, my lamb, what ages you’ve been! Come along and sit down. I’ll ring for tea, and then we can be cosy and talk.” Dr. Jack Maynard grinned as he sat down in the big armchair his wife had pulled up...

The two pieces of news arrived the same day. The first, which was good, came with the morning post, which reached the Quadrant somewhere about nine o’clock. By that time, the family breakfast was over...

Beth Chester laid the book she had been reading on her knee and looked across with an amused smile at her younger sister. Ever since they had left the dining-waggon after breakfast, Barbara had spent...

Len Maynard shot down the stairs, giggling wildly at every step she took. She reached the bottom, turned right and raced along the corridor, through the wooden passage that linked up the chalet which...

“Well! What do you know about that?” Joey Maynard lifted her eyes from the letter she had been reading and looked down the long table at her husband who had just shoved aside his empty porridge plate...