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.
turn over a new leaf-when you did all those things.' ' Had you really decided to change? ' said Pat, in surprise. ' Well-don't worry-we're not going to get back at you any more. But for goodness' sake do your bit too. It's pretty sickening having class after class upset, you know. You may feel in a temper about your home-affairs-but that really isn't any reason for venting your temper on the class!' ' No-I see that now,' said Mirabel. ' I'm an idiot- always have been. Well-I bet you'll be glad to
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
Alison talked of nothing but her beloved Miss Quentin. ' She's awfully clever/ said Alison. ' It's lovely learning Drama under her. She says I have the making of a good little actress.' ' Oh do shut up talking about Miss Quentin/ groaned Pat. ' Mummy, last term Alison was all over Sadie Greene, that American girl-who, by the way, has never even written to you, Alison I And this term it's Miss Quentin I Isn't there any medicine or pill we can give Alison to stop her raving about people? ' Alison
on the other, which, when pressed, sent air down the tube into the little bladder, which at once expanded and became big. ' But what's it for? ' asked the twins, in curiosity. ' You put the bladder under some one's plate at mealtime/ giggled Bobby, ' and run the tubing under the table-cloth. Then, when you press the bulb, the bladder fills and up tips the plate. Imagine Mam'zelle's astonishment when her plate starts dancing about! We shall all be in fits of laughter!' This was really something to
and jjyept. She forgot Gladys and her trouble. She only felt sorry for herself. She dried her eyes after a while, and sat up. ' I shall stop behaving badly,' she thought. ' I shall leave at half-term and go back home and try to do better. I'm tired of being silly. I'll turn over a new leaf tomorrow, and perhaps the girls will feel more friendly.' She got up and switched on the light. Her watch showed five minutes to nine-almost bed-time. She sat down at the piano and played to herself for a