may not be easy.”
“On the contrary, it’s an advantage. It gives you a less
claustrophobic attitude to the school. It might be an idea to
take her to your home, let her have a taste of ordinary home
life. Boarding schools tend to narrow one’s horizons. I realise
it’s asking a great deal, Kate. You would prefer to get away
from school when you’re off duty. But I feel sorry for the girl.”
“So do I,” said Kate.
“Well, don’t let her suspect that, will you? I would prefer
the relationship to develop quite naturally. Pity would only
make matters worse. The poor little rich girl theme is
poisonous.”
Kate laughed. “I understand. I think I can handle it.”
“Good.” Miss Carter smiled at her. “Thank you, Kate.”
Kate Caulfield was twenty-four, slightly built, with long
straight blonde hair, unusually vivid blue eyes, and the
strong flexible fingers of a pianist.
She had trained in London, and had had dreams of being a
concert pianist, but since she was a practical girl beneath her
dreamy exterior, she soon realised that she did not have the
necessary ability.
When she left college she accepted the post of music
teacher at Cheddall Public School, since it was only a few
minutes’ walk from her home.
Since Miss Carter became Headmistress the school had
been reorganised on more modern lines. There was less
severity, more freedom, and the girls seemed to thrive upon
the new regime. Kate was very happy there, especially since
it left her with plenty of free time in which to be with her
fiancé, Peter Hardy.