boy. Donât you get mixed up with no Eye-ties, I know what Iâm talkinâ about. I knew Eye-ties, I did, in the first war and if Iâd known then what I know now Iâd have been more careful. See?â
âWasnât no harm in it,â said Adam, putting on a sulky manner. âJust passed the time of day with me, she did, and asked the names of one or two things.â
âAh,â said Briggs, âbut you be careful. Itâs not your place to talk to any of the young ladies. She wouldnât like it.â
âI wasnât doing no harm and I didnât say anything I shouldnât.â
âI donât say you did, boy. But I say a lot oâ young females penned up together here with not so much as a drawing master to take their minds off thingsâwell, youâd better be careful. Thatâs all. Ah, here comes the Old Bitch now. Wanting something difficult, Iâll be bound.â
Miss Bulstrode was approaching with a rapid step. âGood morning, Briggs,â she said. âGood morningâerââ
âAdam, miss.â
âAh yes, Adam. Well, you seem to have got that piece dug very satisfactorily. The wire nettingâs coming down by the far tennis court, Briggs. Youâd better attend to that.â
âAll right, maâam, all right. Itâll be seen to.â
âWhat are you putting in front here?â
âWell maâam, I had thoughtââ
â Not asters,â said Miss Bulstrode, without giving him time to finish âPom Pom dahlias,â and she departed briskly.
âComing alongâgiving orders,â said Briggs. âNot that she isnât a sharp one. She soon notices if you havenât done work properly. And remember what Iâve said and be careful, boy. About Eye-ties and the others.â
âIf sheâs any fault to find with me, Iâll soon know what I can do,â said Adam sulkily. âPlenty oâ jobs going.â
âAh. Thatâs like you young men all over nowadays. Wonât take a word from anybody. All I say is, mind your step.â
Adam continued to look sulky, but bent to his work once more.
Miss Bulstrode walked back along the path towards the school. She was frowning a little.
Miss Vansittart was coming in the opposite direction.
âWhat a hot afternoon,â said Miss Vansittart.
âYes, itâs very sultry and oppressive.â Again Miss Bulstrode frowned. âHave you noticed that young manâthe young gardener?â
âNo, not particularly.â
âHe seems to meâwellâan odd type,â said Miss Bulstrode thoughtfully. âNot the usual kind around here.â
âPerhaps heâs just come down from Oxford and wants to make a little money.â
âHeâs good-looking. The girls notice him.â
âThe usual problem.â
Miss Bulstrode smiled. âTo combine freedom for the girls and strict supervisionâis that what you mean, Eleanor?â
âYes.â
âWe manage,â said Miss Bulstrode.
âYes, indeed. Youâve never had a scandal at Meadowbank, have you?â
âWeâve come near it once or twice,â said Miss Bulstrode. She laughed. âNever a dull moment in running a school.â She went on, âDo you ever find life dull here, Eleanor?â
âNo indeed,â said Miss Vansittart. âI find the work here most stimulating and satisfying. You must feel very proud and happy, Honoria, at the great success you have achieved.â
âI think I made a good job of things,â said Miss Bulstrode thoughtfully. âNothing, of course, is ever quite as one first imagined itâ¦.
âTell me, Eleanor,â she said suddenly, âif you were running this place instead of me, what changes would you make? Donât mind saying. I shall be interested to hear.â
âI donât think I should want to make any