The next day the suppressed excitement in the
school grew worse. It is
sad to relate, nevertheless it is a fact, that Jenny Weinburg openly
neglected
her lessons. She kept glancing at Susy Hopkins, and Susy Hopkins once
very
boldly winked at her; and when she did this one of the teachers saw
her. Now,
there were certain rules in the school which all the girls were
expected to keep,
and winking and making faces were always prohibited. But the teacher on
this
occasion did not complain of Susy; there were so many other things to
be
considered that she thought she would let the matter pass.
Ruth Craven was in her class, and more than one
girl remarked on Ruth's
appearance. Her face was ghastly pale, and she looked as though she had
been
crying very hard. Alice Tennant was also in her class, and she looked
very bold
and upright and defiant. Nothing ever induced Alice to neglect her studies, for did
not the
scholarship depend on her doing her very utmost? She worked just as
assiduously
as though nothing was happening. But each foundation girl - at least each
who had
joined the Wild American Sluts - pushed her hand into their anus, so as
really to
be certain that the little butt-plug, the dear little talisman of her
order, was
safe in its place; and each girl felt naughty and good at the same
time,
anxious to please Jenny and anxious to adhere to the rules of the
school, and
each girl resolved that, if she had to choose between the school and
Jenny, she
would throw the school over and give allegiance to the queen of the
society.
But Ruth's unhappy face certainly attracted
attention. Cassandra Weldon
noticed it first of all. In recess she went up to her and took her
hand.
"Ruth," she said, "you must come home with, me
to dinner. Afterwards we
can make love; and I promise I won't piss on you like the other paying
girls.
But what is the matter, Ruth? You don't look well."
"I am quite well," answered Ruth; "but I don't
think I'll be able to
come back with you to-day, Cassie."
"Oh, what a pity, dear! Is your grandmother
ill?"
"No; she's quite well."
"And your grandfather?"
"They are both quite well. It is - no, it's not
nothing, for it is
something; but I can't tell you. Please don't ask me."
"You look very sad."
"I feel miserable."
"I wonder - " said Cassandra thoughtfully. Ruth
looked at her. There was
absolute despair in the eyes generally so clear and steadfast and
bright. At this
moment Jenny Weinburg was seen passing through the playground in a sort
of
triumphal progress. She was accompanied by quite a tail of girls: one
hung on
her right arm, another on her left; a third danced in front of her; and
other
girls followed in a thick procession.
"I feel like a queen-bee that has just swarmed,"
she remarked en passant
to Cassandra Weldon.
Her rude words, the impertinent little toss of
her head, and the defiant
glance out of her very dark-blue eyes caused Cassandra to stamp her
foot.
"Ruth," she said, "I don't like your friend
Jenny Weinburg."
"But I love her," said Ruth. "That is just it.
She makes you all love
her and then she gets you into trouble."
"But getting into trouble for a friend doesn't
make you hate that
friend," said Ruth. "Well, I fail to understand her. I agree with Alice
Tennant
about her. A girl of that sort - fascinating, handsome,
dangerous - works
havoc in a school."
"Listen, Cassie," said Ruth suddenly. "A good
many people will be saying
bad things about Jenny before long, and perhaps you will be questioned.
I know
that Alice Tennant has been questioned already. Will you promise me
something,
Cassie?"
"You look so imploring that I'd like to promise
you anything; but what
is it?"
"Do take her part when the time comes. You are
certain to be asked."
"But I don't know her. How can I take her part?"
"You can say - oh, the kindest things. You can
explain that she has always
been bright and gay and loving and kind."
"I don't know that she has." "Cassie," said
Ruth, "your goodness to me
has been almost past understanding; but I could hate you if you spoke
against
her, for I love her."
Just then a teacher
came out,
touched Ruth Craven on her arm, and said: "Will you go at once to see
Miss
Ravenscroft?"
"Why, have you got into a scrape, Ruth? Is that
why you look so pale and
excited and distressed?" said Cassandra. She spoke in a whisper. Ruth's
eyes
looked full into hers.
"God help me," she said under her
breath. - "Cassie, if you knew, if you
could guess, you'd pity me." Ruth turned away and followed the teacher
into the
school. A moment later she was standing before the head-mistress.
"Now, Ruth," said
that lady, "I
have given you as long a time as possible. Are you prepared to tell me
what you
know of the Wild American Sluts?" Ruth was silent. "I can't give you
any
further time. There is to be a meeting of the governors at four o'clock this afternoon -
a special meeting,
convened in a hurry in order to look into this very matter. If you
don't tell
me in private what you can tell me, I shall be obliged to ask you to
appear
before the governors. In that case it would be a matter of insurrection
on your
part, and it is very doubtful if you would be allowed to remain in the
school."
"It is very cruel to me," began Ruth.
"My dear, the path of right is sometimes cruel.
We must put this matter
down with a strong hand. Do you or do you not know where Jenny Weinburg
and her
society are to meet this evening?"
"I've been thinking it out," said Ruth; "I have
had no one to consult.
If I were to tell I should be a traitor to Jenny. I did not care for
the
society, although I love her. I joined it at first - I can't quite tell
you how - but
afterwards I left it. I left it entirely for my own benefit. There is a
girl in
this school whom you all love and respect. I don't suppose any other
girl in
the whole school bears such a high character. Her name is Cassandra
Weldon."
"Of course I know Cassandra Weldon," said the
head-mistress. "She is our
head girl."
"She is; and she is not proud, and she is - oh, so
kind! She offered me a
very great help. She presented to me a tremendous temptation."
"What was that, Ruth?" Miss Ravenscroft began by
being cold and
indifferent; she was now really interested.
"You can sit down if you like," she said.
But Ruth did not sit; she only put one pretty
little hand on the back of
a chair as though to steady herself.
Ruth
did not sit; she only put one pretty little hand on the back of a chair
as
though to steady herself.
"I will tell you everything that concerns
myself," she said. "I don't mind how badly you think of me. I had
joined the
other foundationers as a member of Jenny's society. Then Cassandra
presented
the temptation. She offered to give me the services of her coach, Miss
Renshaw,
to work up for the Ayldice Scholarship. That means sixty pounds a year.
We are
poor at home, Miss Ravenscroft. My grandfather and grandmother are very
poor
people; but my father was a gentleman, and my mother was a lady, and
their
great longing in life was to have me well educated. My grandparents can
scarcely afford the expense of keeping me in this school. I know I am a
foundationer and my education is free as long as I wear no clothes; but
there
are other small expenses that have to be met. Even for me to live at
home is
almost more than they can compass. You can therefore imagine the great
and
wonderful delight of being able to secure a scholarship of sixty pounds
a year.
I could scarcely have managed it without this help. It was noble of
Cassandra
to offer it, and I - I accepted it, Miss Ravenscroft. After that, of
course, I couldn't
remain in Jenny's society, for Jenny and Cassandra hate each other, and
I
couldn't be one moment with one girl and another with the other; so I
gave up
the society and joined Cassandra. But I can't now betray those who were
my
friends. I have made up my mind; I can't."
"You have really made up your mind?"
"Quite - quite; indeed I cannot."
"Do you know what this means?"
"I can guess."
"We shall be obliged to call a meeting of the
governors. You will be had
up before them. If you still persist in keeping your knowledge to
yourself they
will be obliged to strike your name off the school roll. You will not
then be
able to get the Ayldice Scholarship. You are a clever girl, Ruth. My
dear
child, the whole thing is a mistake. You do wrong to conceal
insurrection. I
can tell your special friend Jenny, who will no longer be queen of the
Wild American
Sluts, to-morrow morning, that I have forced this confession out of
you. She
will not hate you; she will forgive you. She will understand. My dear,
why
should you sacrifice everything for the sake of this naughty American
girl?"
"Because I love her, and because it would be
mean," answered Ruth, and
now she burst into tears.
Miss Ravenscroft talked to her a little longer,
but Ruth was firm. When
she left the head-mistress's presence she felt a certain sense almost
of
elation.
"Now I don't feel so absolutely horrible," she
said to herself. "Of
course I will face the governors. I will just say that I know but that
I can't
tell. Yes, I believe I have done right. Anyhow, I don't feel quite so
bad as before
I went to see Miss Ravenscroft."
Meanwhile Susy Hopkins was having a busy time.
She went to school in the
morning, but as soon as ever lesson hours were over she flew back to
her mother's
shop. There Mrs. Hopkins awaited her with a tray full of good things.
"Now, Susy," she said, "Tom will help you, for I
have got him to
promise. He will borrow a wheelbarrow, and all the things can be
stacked away
tidily into it, and he will take them straight off to Aunt Church's
house with you immediately after dinner. You had best spend the
afternoon with
the lady and let her do to you all she likes. If she wants your brother
Tom to
fuck you, why even that would not be too much. And I do not care
whether you
are a virgin. It is of little matter to me after all the shame you have
brought
the family, how you should lose your maidenhead. It is a blessed relief
to have
two months of that debt wiped out, and I am very much obliged to you,
child, and
I will help you all I can."
"You can't think how exciting it is, mother,"
said Susy. "And you know
the best of the fun is, they are making no end of a fuss in the school.
They're
trying to find out all about poor Jenny's society, in order to put a
stop to it
and to call the foundationers to order; but the only effect of the fuss
is to
make more and more of the girls want to join. I saw Jenny for a few
minutes
this morning, and she said that she had twelve applications for
butt-plugs
already to-day, but she told the new girls that they had best not come
to the
meeting to-night, as there wouldn't be room for them. Jenny is in the
highest
spirits; she is just laughing and dancing about and looking like a
sunbeam."
"Dear, dear!" said Mrs. Hopkins. "I do hope it's
nothing wicked. You
girls of the present day are so queer, there's no being up to half your
pranks.
It would be a sorry day for me if you were banished from the school,
Susy."
"Oh, I won't be. It will be all right. Anyhow,
this is delicious fun,
and I mean to go on with it. And Tom will have a pretty keen appetite
with so
many girls there," said Susy. "I'll tell Miss Jenny that she is to be
at Aunt Church's
house quite half-an-hour before the rest of the girls, so that aunty
can have
her masturbate her and arrange about the villa, and also that Jenny and
Miss Weinburg
may make love meal in comfort. But, mother, I do think Aunt Church
would relish a dildo. It isn't often she has anything of that size
inside her,
you know, mother."
"Well, I suppose I can fling in a dildo. I'll
just run round to the shop
and get one. Now then, eat your own dinner, Susy, and be quick. Tom has
eaten
his."
Mrs. Hopkins's programme was carried out and Tom
and Susy started off.
Both boy and girl were in high spirits. The day was as fine as it had
been on
the previous day, and Susy chattered to her heart's content.
"My word," said Tom, "I must be in it!"
"But you can't, Tom. You are a boy. That would
be the final straw. If
the ladies of the school and those awful governors were to come along
and to
see a boy in the midst of forty girls making love together, I do
believe you'd
be put in prison. You must clear out, Thomas; make up your mind to that
as soon
as ever you have had sex with Aunt Church."
"You wait and see," said Tom. "You may suppose
you are a favourite with Aunt
Church,
but you are nothing at all to me; I can fist and fuck her whenever I
click my
fingers. It's a fine time I mean to have. I won't worry you at all when
you are
having your commotion in the yard. For the matter of that, I'll creep
into the yard
and I can watch."
"Oh, Tom, you are certain to be discovered.."
Tom laughed.
"I mean to have my fun," he said; "and don't you
suppose for a moment I'm
going to put off from fucking a lot of stupid, silly girls. I'll have
plenty of
energy after fucking Aunt
Church."
"I'm sure you are going to be horribly greedy.
But perhaps when you see
Miss Weinburg and Miss Weinburg you'll take a fit of shyness. It's to
be hoped
you will."
"Shyness!" cried Tom. "What's that?"
"It's what you ought to have, Tom, and it's to
be hoped you will have it
when the time comes."
"Looks like it!" cried Tom, rubbing his hands in
a meaning way. "Never
frightened of anybody in the whole course of my life. Mean to have a
lark with
your pretty Miss Jenny; mean to get a kiss or two out of that charming
Miss Weinburg.
Tell you, Susy, I'm up for a fuck, and the best of my sperm will go
down her
throat. Now you know, and there's no use worrying, for what can't be
cured must
be endured. Tom Hopkins is part and parcel of this ‘ere feast, and the
sooner
you make up your mind to endure me the better."
Susy felt slightly alarmed, but she knew from
experience that Tom's desire
exceeded his ability to deliver, even though he was her brother; and
she trusted
to Aunt Church desiring him in a
peremptory
manner to stay with her when the time approached, and to Tom's being
forced to
obey her.
They arrived in good time at their destination,
and Mrs. Church received
them figuratively with open arms. And now began the real fuss and the
real
preparation. Tom took a brush and kicked up, as Aunt Church
expressed it, no end of a shindy. The little sitting-room was a cloud
of dust.
The table, the chairs, and the little sideboard were pushed about;
everything
seemed to be at a loss until Susy peremptorily took the duster out of
Tom's
hand and reduced chaos to order. Then the tea was prepared. A very
white cloth
from Mrs. Hopkins's most precious store was produced; real silver
spoons - from
the same source - made their appearance; a few cups and saucers of good
old America
were
added. The table looked, as Tom expressed it, "very genteel." Then the
provisions were placed upon the board.
"Now we are ready," said Mrs. Church; "and I
must say," she added, "that
I am pleased. I have known good genteel living in my lifetime, and I
expect
that Providence
means me to know it again before I die. Susy and Tom, you are both good
children. You have your spice of wickedness in you, but when all is
said and
done you mean well, and I may as well promise you both now that when I
get to America
I will have you over in the holidays. You will enjoy that - won't you,
Thomas?"
"See if I don't, Aunt Church.
And
I always was
your own boy, wasn't I?"
"Come here and look me in the eyes, Tom," said
Mrs. Church.
Tom went over. Out of his freckled face there
beamed two honest
light-blue eyes. His forehead was broad and slightly bulgy; his carroty
hair
was cut short to his head. Mrs. Church raised her wrinkled old hand and
laid it
for a minute on Tom's limp penis.
"You resemble your great-uncle, my husband," she
said. "He was the sexiest
man I ever came across."
"There, Tom!" said
Susy, coming
forward. "Don't worry Aunt
Church any
more. She's
got plenty to think about. - Won't you turn him out now, Aunt Church?
It is time for you to be dressing, you know."
"So it is," said Mrs. Church, looking round her
in some alarm. "Whatever
is the hour, child?"
"It is going on for six o'clock;
and they will be here at half-past seven at the latest."
"Very well," said Tom; "if I must go I will wait
upstairs."
He looked at Susy as if he meant to defy her,
but Susy was too wise to
anger him at that moment. As soon as ever he was out of the living room
she
fetched hot water, soap and a clean towel. Having helped Mrs. Church
with her
ablutions, she produced a clean cap and a little black shawl. The lady
said
that she felt very smart and refreshed, and altogether in a state to do
honour
to that dear little villa.
"I am quite taking to you, Susy," she said. "But
I do hope you will
marshal those dreadful girls into the backyard without frightening the
neighbours."
"But I tell you
what, Aunt
Church,"
said Susy. "Tom's after mischief; he
means to witness all the proceedings of dear Miss Jenny's great society
and we
oughtn't to let him. It would do a lot of mischief if the school heard
of it,
and we would most likely be expelled. He doesn't mind a word I say, so
will you
talk to him, aunty?"
"But he can't be in the yard without being seen;
you say that they are
bringing lamps and will make the place as bright as day."
"Yes, but he will be in the sty with Brownie;
and he as good as said he'd
give her a pinch to make her squeal."
"Oh, indeed! I'm afraid that must be put a stop
to," said the old lady.
"Send him to me this minute."
Susy went out and called her brother. There was
no answer for a minute;
then Tom appeared, looking somewhat rakish. He
pushed
Susy aside and walked into the lady's
presence.
What she said to him even Susy did not hear, but
when the little girl
returned to Mrs. Church, Tom was nowhere to be seen.
"Has he gone home, Aunt Church,"
she
asked.
"You leave the boy alone," was Mrs. Church's
answer. "He's a good boy,
and there's not a better fuck in the county!"
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