Wakestone Hall chapter sampler

‘ Silence, filles ,’ said Miss Mangan, clapping her hands. The French mistress, Mlle Roche, struck a chord on the piano, and they sang the school song.

Wakestone Girls, so straight and true, Always do as we should do. Marching on with main and might, Always Righteous, Always Right.

‘ Asseyez-vous ,’ said Miss Mangan. Stella eyed the mistress nervously. Under cover of the sound of the chairs being pulled out, she whispered, ‘She doesn’t know it was us.’ ‘I hope not,’ breathed Ottilie. ‘Of course not,’ said Agapanthus. Stella’s plate had a gilt rim and a pattern of fat pink roses, which was cheering. She helped herself to a slice of bread and jam. The jam was strawberry, her favourite. She felt her spirits rise a bit. Perhaps, after all, they would not be found out. But just as they were finishing breakfast, Miss Feldspar, the Senior Mistress, stood up and said, ‘Girls. Your attention.’ Stella felt her heart jump. Agapanthus drew in a breath through her teeth. Ottilie choked on a mouthful of bread and jam. Miss Feldspar was tall, with iron-grey hair and a

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