Naughtiest Girl 2: The Naughtiest Girl Again by Enid Blyton Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Enid Blyton
gramophone, Somebody began to whistle the tune. Nobody liked to look at Kathleen, Elizabeth sat down in a corner, wishing that Jenny hadn't said quite such awful things in Mam'zelle's voice. Suppose Kathleen really thought that Mam'zelle had said them after she had been sent to the common-room to do her forgotten homework?
She stole a quick look at Kathleen.
At first it seemed as if Kathleen was going to turn off the gramophone and say something. But she thought better of it, and sat down with a jerk in a chair. She got out her notepaper, and sat chewing the end of her pen. Her pale face was as white as usual, and her eyes were small and angry. She looked spiteful and mean.
"I guess she won't easily forgive Jenny for that," thought Elizabeth. "We ought to have stopped Jenny, because she went too far-but really, she's so awfully funny. I wonder if Kathleen will complain about it at the next Meeting. I shouldn't be surprised."
Kathleen didn't say a word about the affair to anyone. She spoke to no one at all that evening. Her bed was next to Elizabeth's in the dormitory, and when Kathleen did not reply when everyone called good-night as usual, Elizabeth poked her head between the white curtains to speak to her, for she was sorry about the whole thing.
Kathleen did not see her. The girl was sitting on her bed, looking earnestly at her face in her hand-mirror, She looked really sad, and Elizabeth knew why. Poor Kathleen was thinking how plain and ugly she was! She had always known it herself-but it was dreadful to know that everyone else knew it too, and laughed about it, 24
Elizabeth drew back her head and said nothing. Would Kathleen have the courage to repeat at the Meeting all that Jenny had said about her? Surely she couldn't do that!
Kathleen had her own plans. She was going to pay Jenny out in her own way. She got into bed and lay thinking about them. Jenny had better look out, that's all!
ANOTHER SCHOOL MEETING.
THINGS were not very pleasant the next two or three days. There seemed to be rather a lot of bad feeling about. For one thing, Kathleen simply would not speak to Jenny at all, which was not very surprising considering what she had overheard Jenny saying.
But besides not speaking to her, Kathleen began to speak against her, Jenny was always very hungry, and she ate very well indeed-and Kathleen called her greedy.
"It makes me sick to see the way that greedy Jenny eats," she said to Belinda, after tea the next day. "Honestly, she ate seven pieces of bread-and-butter, and three buns, besides an enormous piece of birthday cake that Harriet gave her."
Belinda said nothing. She did not like rows-but Elizabeth overheard and flared up at once in defence of Jenny.
"That's a mean thing to say, Kathleen!" she said. "Jenny isn't greedy! She's always terribly hungry at meal-times-well, I am too, I must say-but I've never seen Jenny gobbling just for the sake of eating, or taking more than her share if there wasn't enough for everyone. And how awful of you to count how many pieces of bread-and-butter she had!"
"I shall count again," said Kathleen, "and you'll be surprised to find I'm right. Jenny is greedy. It's disgusting!"
"Kathleen! What about you and your sweets then!" cried Elizabeth, "You're greedy over them-why, you never offer anyone any!"
"Stop it now, you two," said Belinda, feeling uncomfortable. "I don't know what's the matter with our form this term-somebody always seems to be quarrelling!"
Kathleen went off. Elizabeth took out her paint-box to paint a map, and set it down on the table with a crash, Her face was as black as thunder.
"Elizabeth! I wonder you haven't broken that box in half!" exclaimed Belinda, "My word, 1 wish you could see your face!"
"I think you might have stuck up for Jenny," said Elizabeth, stirring her paint-water so crossly that it slopped over on the table. "I wouldn't let anyone say a word against a friend of mine without sticking up for them."
"Well, you've made
She stole a quick look at Kathleen.
At first it seemed as if Kathleen was going to turn off the gramophone and say something. But she thought better of it, and sat down with a jerk in a chair. She got out her notepaper, and sat chewing the end of her pen. Her pale face was as white as usual, and her eyes were small and angry. She looked spiteful and mean.
"I guess she won't easily forgive Jenny for that," thought Elizabeth. "We ought to have stopped Jenny, because she went too far-but really, she's so awfully funny. I wonder if Kathleen will complain about it at the next Meeting. I shouldn't be surprised."
Kathleen didn't say a word about the affair to anyone. She spoke to no one at all that evening. Her bed was next to Elizabeth's in the dormitory, and when Kathleen did not reply when everyone called good-night as usual, Elizabeth poked her head between the white curtains to speak to her, for she was sorry about the whole thing.
Kathleen did not see her. The girl was sitting on her bed, looking earnestly at her face in her hand-mirror, She looked really sad, and Elizabeth knew why. Poor Kathleen was thinking how plain and ugly she was! She had always known it herself-but it was dreadful to know that everyone else knew it too, and laughed about it, 24
Elizabeth drew back her head and said nothing. Would Kathleen have the courage to repeat at the Meeting all that Jenny had said about her? Surely she couldn't do that!
Kathleen had her own plans. She was going to pay Jenny out in her own way. She got into bed and lay thinking about them. Jenny had better look out, that's all!
ANOTHER SCHOOL MEETING.
THINGS were not very pleasant the next two or three days. There seemed to be rather a lot of bad feeling about. For one thing, Kathleen simply would not speak to Jenny at all, which was not very surprising considering what she had overheard Jenny saying.
But besides not speaking to her, Kathleen began to speak against her, Jenny was always very hungry, and she ate very well indeed-and Kathleen called her greedy.
"It makes me sick to see the way that greedy Jenny eats," she said to Belinda, after tea the next day. "Honestly, she ate seven pieces of bread-and-butter, and three buns, besides an enormous piece of birthday cake that Harriet gave her."
Belinda said nothing. She did not like rows-but Elizabeth overheard and flared up at once in defence of Jenny.
"That's a mean thing to say, Kathleen!" she said. "Jenny isn't greedy! She's always terribly hungry at meal-times-well, I am too, I must say-but I've never seen Jenny gobbling just for the sake of eating, or taking more than her share if there wasn't enough for everyone. And how awful of you to count how many pieces of bread-and-butter she had!"
"I shall count again," said Kathleen, "and you'll be surprised to find I'm right. Jenny is greedy. It's disgusting!"
"Kathleen! What about you and your sweets then!" cried Elizabeth, "You're greedy over them-why, you never offer anyone any!"
"Stop it now, you two," said Belinda, feeling uncomfortable. "I don't know what's the matter with our form this term-somebody always seems to be quarrelling!"
Kathleen went off. Elizabeth took out her paint-box to paint a map, and set it down on the table with a crash, Her face was as black as thunder.
"Elizabeth! I wonder you haven't broken that box in half!" exclaimed Belinda, "My word, 1 wish you could see your face!"
"I think you might have stuck up for Jenny," said Elizabeth, stirring her paint-water so crossly that it slopped over on the table. "I wouldn't let anyone say a word against a friend of mine without sticking up for them."
"Well, you've made
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