Daddy, what?” Maggie held her breath with trepidation.
“Then we went inside,” he whispered.
Maggie caught her breath fearing that her father would be in serious trouble.
“Miss Bridges’ office was beautifully furnished with a big polished desk and a huge book case filled with encyclopaedia and on top of the bookcase was a silver trophy. We were not sure what the trophy was for but we were impressed that she had one. A trophy, Maggie is a prize you are given when you win something.”
Maggie nodded, clearly impressed.
“Bert opened the drawer to Miss Bridges’ desk and from his trouser pocket he popped three frogs into the drawer,” William made croaking noises to add to the drama, “ribbet, ribbet, ribbet, and then he quickly closed the drawer before they hopped out. Then, we ran back to the door, quickly peeped out in case anyone was outside, then went and sat on the chairs in the corridor to await Miss Bridges’ return. I remember the chair I sat on was very old and one of its legs was shorter than the others and I was able to rock back and forth, which made Bert and I laugh out loud.
“Just then, we heard a tapping sound.” To support this, William put down the plane and picked up a hammer and tapped it slightly on the workbench. “Close your eyes Maggie, can you see Miss Bridges?”
Maggie did as she was told. Yes, she could see Miss Bridges who was a tall elderly lady who always looked angry and seemed to delight in the children being scared of her. Her father had described her on other occasions, so Maggie was able to picture that she had white hair pulled back in a tight bun and wore small spectacles perched at the end of her nose.
“Bert and I stopped laughing and waited for her to turn the corner to her office...”
Maggie, with eyes still closed, could see that Miss Bridges was coming closer…
William continued to tap gently on the workbench, mimicking the footsteps. Then suddenly, he tapped loudly twice, making Maggie jump.
Miss Bridges had arrived.
‘“Lateness is not tolerated, do you understand?”’ said William, in a high-pitched voice as he mimicked his old Headmistress.
Maggie opened her eyes and giggled at her father, and also to check that he hadn’t turned into Miss Bridges.
“Miss Bridges stood there staring at us, she looked like a giant eagle ready to eat us up.” William spread his arms and swooped above Maggie making creaking bird noises that made her giggle even more. “She eyed us up and down with a very disapproving look. Mind you Maggie, we did look a sorry sight. Bert and I were dripping wet and our socks and shoes were muddy. We were both worried what our mothers would have to say about that. Bert’s shoelaces were undone and because they were wet they left a clear trail on the dusty floor. It looked like a garden worm had zigzagged after him.” William wiggled his index finger in front of Maggie then gave her a tickle.
‘“Lateness is not tolerated, do you understand?’ she repeated, and we both nodded solemnly. ‘I want to see both your mothers tomorrow morning, now get back to your class.’ Then she left us without saying another word, slamming the door behind her. Nothing about Miss Bridges was ever done quietly.
“We made our way slowly back to class, not because we were ashamed but because we were listening very hard for what we knew was coming. We waited for a while then looked at one another with puzzled looks on our faces. At the end of the corridor we couldn’t stall any longer and had no choice but to enter the classroom.
“The whole class, including our teacher, Mr Bennett, fell silent and stared at us wondering what we had gotten up to this time. ‘Sorry we are late Mr Bennett,’ we said.
“‘Goodness look at you two,’ said Mr Bennett, ‘take your places and open your history books.’ We did as we were told and sat down.
“I didn’t want to look at Bert because I knew that I would burst out laughing and I knew it was the same for him, so we opened our desk lids and hid behind them, pretending to search for our books while the urge to giggle passed.
“Just then, there was a piercing scream,” said William, “Mr Bennett ran from the classroom to get to Miss Bridges and the whole class gathered around us. ‘It’s you two isn’t it?’ said Percy. ‘Of course it’s them, you idiot,’ said Henry, ‘Mice or frogs?’ ‘Frogs, big slimy frogs,’ I said, still laughing. ‘Don’t any of you tell, it is a victory for all of us.’
‘“We’re in for it now,’ said Emily, with a very worried look on her pretty little face. ‘She’ll be worse on us now you’ll see.’ ‘Don’t worry, Emms,’ said Bert reassuringly, ‘Miss Bridges won’t know it was us, she doesn’t even know we went in her office, I promise. Right, everyone back to your desks, we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Let’s get on with our work for when Mr Bennett returns.’”
“Why was Miss Bridges so mean to the children, Daddy?” asked Maggie, when she had recovered from laughing.
“Miss Bridges was mean to everyone pumpkin, I don’t believe even the teachers liked her much either because when Mr Bennett returned a little while later he said that there would be no homework for any of us for the rest of the week and when Bert and I looked at him in disbelief, he just winked at us.
“Now Maggie, you should respect all elders you know that and when you go to school you must respect everyone in your class,” said William, in his serious voice. “Okay young lady, time for a wash and off to bed for you before your mother returns and has my guts for garters for keeping you up past your bedtime.”
Chapter six
It was late when the Squire returned from his meeting in town. He closed his car door as quietly as he could and entered through the ornate front doors with the leaded stained glass. On sunny days, the light streamed through creating vivid patterns down the hallway but now the moonlight beamed tones of grey. Mr and Mrs Sutton had long since retired to their annexe in the east wing but even though this was some way away from the hallway, Gerald moved quietly so as not to disturb them.
Although he had eaten earlier in the evening, he suddenly felt quite peckish. He walked down to the kitchen and turned on the gas lamp in the middle of the vast table. He smiled as he read Mrs Sutton’s note stating that a fresh salad with cold meats and pickles were awaiting him in the cooler part of the pantry.
“Splendid ol girl, thank you very much,” he said aloud. As he lifted the china plate down from the shelf the weighted beads on the ends of the muslin cloth made a clinking sound against the side and a schoolboy smile widened even more when he saw that Mrs Sutton had also made a strawberry trifle as well.
Gerald carried the tray through to the main drawing room and placed it on the oak table. He then went over to the matching cabinet and poured himself a small snifter of whisky; one of life’s pleasures and a necessity at the end of a tiring, but productive day.
After his satisfying meal, he poured himself another whisky and walked down to his study. The meeting in town hadn’t gone too badly, he thought, at least there was support from the main fruit and vegetable suppliers in the County, which was half the battle won. Consensus agreed that even though distribution was adequate, they needed to speed up the process to get the fresh supplies up to Covent Garden. Things were on the up with the newly elected Committee with noticeable results imminent.
Another pressing matter
