her of him. He had the same unselfconscious grace, and when his hand rested on Ariel’s collar it was with the same self-assured nobility that the handof the page rested on the unicorn’s neck. She was pleased and excited that she had thought of the resemblance. And I can imagine that Ariel’s magic like the unicorn, she thought. After all, it was he who brought me to Paul.
Tuesday was fine, so Flip’s class was taken by Fräulein Hauser and Madame Perceval on the promised trip to the Col de Jaman. From the playing fields at school they could see the Dent de Jaman rising high and white above the Col, and Erna said that in the spring they would climb the Dent itself. It looked very high and distant to Flip and she was just as happy that they were to start with the Col, which was the flat high ridge from which the Dent pierced upward into the sky. It was to be an all-day trip. They were to be excused from all classes and would start right after call over.
“It’s almost worth having new girls,” Erna shouted to Jackie, “to get an excursion like this!”
They lined up on the cement walk under the plane trees while Fräulein Hauser called the roll. They did not have to choose partners, and this was a relief to Flip, because even the most polite girls in the class seemed to her to look annoyed when they were stuck with her, and on Thursday when one of the girls had been in the infirmary with a cold and there had been an odd number in the class, Flip had been left without a partner altogether, and Miss Armstrong, who was taking the walk, had had to say, “Philippa, go walk with Solvei Krogstad and Margaret Campbell.”
Fräulein Hauser blew her whistle and they started off. At first they walked along the road that wound up the mountain past the school, passing chalets and farms and an occasionalvilla. Madame Perceval led the way, with two of the new girls. Fräulein Hauser brought up the rear with Erna and Jackie. Flip straggled along with Gloria and Sally and Esmée Bodet, not particularly wanting to walk with them, wanting even less to walk alone. After a while Madame Perceval turned off the road and they plunged into the shade of the forest and now Flip was able to pull aside and walk by herself without feeling conspicuous. Her feet were almost noiseless as she walked over a deep layer of fallen pine needles and moist leaves and she noticed that even Gloria and her group were walking more quietly. Gloria saw Flip and beckoned to her, but Flip no longer felt any need to straggle along beside anyone, and continued quite happily to walk by herself, Philippa alone with the forest.
Here the trees were taller and of greater girth than the trees in the woods behind the school, and the sun came through them in delicate arrows, piercing the dark iris of Jackie’s left eye, bringing out the ruddy lights in Madame Perceval’s hair, striking the gold of the braces on Erna’s teeth. Then at last they emerged beyond the forest and came out into pastureland. Now, as they climbed, the trees would be below them; when they were high enough the trees would seem like a girdle about the mountains. The rough grass was broken here and there by rocks and the girls would climb onto them and leap off, laughing and shouting. Sometimes they passed cows or goats; constantly Flip could hear the faint ringing of the animals’ bells.
Fräulein Hauser blew her whistle. “We will stop here for lunch,” she announced.
They sprawled about on the largest rocks, opening theirlunches. They had bread and cheese, an apple and an orange, some sweet biscuits, and a little twist of paper containing salt and pepper for the hard-boiled egg in the bottom of the bag. Madame Perceval carried a canteen of coffee and a flask of brandy in case of emergency, and they each had a canteen filled with fresh water from the school.
Flip sprawled on a small rock near Madame Perceval, who was laughing and joking with a group of girls. She smiled warmly at Flip
Tuesday was fine, so Flip’s class was taken by Fräulein Hauser and Madame Perceval on the promised trip to the Col de Jaman. From the playing fields at school they could see the Dent de Jaman rising high and white above the Col, and Erna said that in the spring they would climb the Dent itself. It looked very high and distant to Flip and she was just as happy that they were to start with the Col, which was the flat high ridge from which the Dent pierced upward into the sky. It was to be an all-day trip. They were to be excused from all classes and would start right after call over.
“It’s almost worth having new girls,” Erna shouted to Jackie, “to get an excursion like this!”
They lined up on the cement walk under the plane trees while Fräulein Hauser called the roll. They did not have to choose partners, and this was a relief to Flip, because even the most polite girls in the class seemed to her to look annoyed when they were stuck with her, and on Thursday when one of the girls had been in the infirmary with a cold and there had been an odd number in the class, Flip had been left without a partner altogether, and Miss Armstrong, who was taking the walk, had had to say, “Philippa, go walk with Solvei Krogstad and Margaret Campbell.”
Fräulein Hauser blew her whistle and they started off. At first they walked along the road that wound up the mountain past the school, passing chalets and farms and an occasionalvilla. Madame Perceval led the way, with two of the new girls. Fräulein Hauser brought up the rear with Erna and Jackie. Flip straggled along with Gloria and Sally and Esmée Bodet, not particularly wanting to walk with them, wanting even less to walk alone. After a while Madame Perceval turned off the road and they plunged into the shade of the forest and now Flip was able to pull aside and walk by herself without feeling conspicuous. Her feet were almost noiseless as she walked over a deep layer of fallen pine needles and moist leaves and she noticed that even Gloria and her group were walking more quietly. Gloria saw Flip and beckoned to her, but Flip no longer felt any need to straggle along beside anyone, and continued quite happily to walk by herself, Philippa alone with the forest.
Here the trees were taller and of greater girth than the trees in the woods behind the school, and the sun came through them in delicate arrows, piercing the dark iris of Jackie’s left eye, bringing out the ruddy lights in Madame Perceval’s hair, striking the gold of the braces on Erna’s teeth. Then at last they emerged beyond the forest and came out into pastureland. Now, as they climbed, the trees would be below them; when they were high enough the trees would seem like a girdle about the mountains. The rough grass was broken here and there by rocks and the girls would climb onto them and leap off, laughing and shouting. Sometimes they passed cows or goats; constantly Flip could hear the faint ringing of the animals’ bells.
Fräulein Hauser blew her whistle. “We will stop here for lunch,” she announced.
They sprawled about on the largest rocks, opening theirlunches. They had bread and cheese, an apple and an orange, some sweet biscuits, and a little twist of paper containing salt and pepper for the hard-boiled egg in the bottom of the bag. Madame Perceval carried a canteen of coffee and a flask of brandy in case of emergency, and they each had a canteen filled with fresh water from the school.
Flip sprawled on a small rock near Madame Perceval, who was laughing and joking with a group of girls. She smiled warmly at Flip
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