Second Form at St. Clare's (St Clare's, Book 4)
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A classic children's story from the world's best-loved children's author, Enid Blyton. School life has never been so splendid. 'I think we ought to have a midnight feast every term, you know! School doesn't seem really complete without that!' The second form have plans to enjoy themselves. But will spiteful Elsie spoil the feast? There'll be more trouble at St Clare's! Enid Blyton is arguably the most famous children's author of all time, thanks to series such as The Wishing-Chair, The Faraway Tree-, The Mysteries, The Famous Five and The Secret Seven. Her school series - including St Clare's and Malory Towers are the perfect books for girls who are experiencing their own adventure at school.
a smile from some one. She was longing to say that she meant to turn over a new leaf. But nobody looked at her except Elsie, who nudged Anna and then turned away. ' She's coming!' hissed Alison. The class stopped lounging over their desks and talking. They stood up and waited in silence. Miss Jenks was very strict about politeness and good manners in her class. ' Good morning, girls,' said the mistress, putting her books on her desk. ' Sit, please. We will . . . good gracious, Alison, what is
thinking just now when I addressed the class? Be truthful!' ' Well, Mam'zelle-I was thinking of the concert our form is holding on Saturday,' said Pat. ' I'm sorry. My thoughts just wandered away.' ' So did mine,' said Isabel. ' If they wander away again I shall not come to the concert/ threatened Mam'zelle. There was a loud and universal groan. ' We shan't hold the concert unless you come!' ' You must come, Mam'zelle I You laugh louder than any one!' ' I will come if you write me a nice
in silence. Mirabel sensed that they did not think very much of her for forgetting another person's troubles. She said no more, but went off to put her violin away. ' I wonder where Gladys is,' she thought. ' I've a good mind to hunt for her and ask her if she's heard any news of her mother lately. After all, it might help a bit if someone shares the news with her.' Mirabel went to look for Gladys. She could not seem to find the girl anywhere. It was puzzling. ' Well, she simply must be
out-door things.' In three minutes Gladys was at the front door with Mirabel, red with shyness, hardly able to say a word. Mr. and Mrs. Unwin took a look at the nervous girl, and were astonished. So this was Mirabel's friend-well, what a change from the tiresome girls she had chosen before I They took a liking to Gladys immediately, and Mrs. Unwin smiled a motherly smile at her. In some ways Mrs. Unwin resembled Gladys's own mother. Both were the gentle, kindly type, and Gladys wanned to Mrs.
was no doubt about it. The most surprised person in the whole of the audience was Miss Quentin. She took the Drama class herself, and prided herself on knowing the capacities of everyone in the second form. Privately she had thought that Doris and Carlotta were the only ones worth teaching-and now here was the quiet little mouse, Gladys, bringing down the house with her polished and beautiful interpretations of many of the most difficult parts in Shakespeare's plays I Miss Theobald leaned across