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The windows shone. The green creeper that covered parts of the wall climbed almost to the roof in places. It looked like an old-time castle. How lucky I am to be having Malory Towers as my school-home for so many years.

I shall love it. Very much,' said Darrell. It's so big. It came into view again, nearer still, round the next corner, and it wasn't very long before all the coaches roared up to the flight of steps that led to the great front door.

She looked round for Alicia, but she seemed to have disappeared. So up the steps went Darrell, clutching her small bag and racket, feeling rather lost and lonely in the chattering crowd of girls. She felt in quite a panic without the friendly Alicia!

After that things were rather a blur. Darrell didn't know where to go and she didn't know what to do. She looked vainly for Alicia, or Pamela, the head-girl.

Was she supposed to go straight to North Tower? Everyone seemed to know exactly what to do and where to go, except poor Darrell!

Then she saw Miss Potts, and felt a wave of relief. She went up to her, and Miss Potts looked down, smiling. Feeling lost? Where's that rascal of an Alicia? She ought to look after you. All North Tower girls are to go there and unpack their night-bags. Matron is waiting for you all. Alicia soon appeared again, accompanied by a crowd of girls. These are all girls in our form, but I won't tell you their names just now.

You'll only get muddled. Some are North Tower girls, but some belong to the other houses. Come on, let's go to North Tower and see Matron. Where's darling Gwendoline? Where's she? They were in a big hall, that had doors leading off on either side, and a wide staircase curving upwards. She soon found out. Malory Towers was built round a large oblong space, called the Court. Alicia took her and the others out of a door opposite the entrance they had come in by, and there lay the Court surrounded on all sides by the buildings.

Round the sloping sides of the circle were stone seats. It looked like an open-air circus ring, the ring sunk low, and the stone seats rising upwards around it, Darrell thought. We have good fun. Green lawns, not yet cut by the gardeners, were set between the beds. When we come back, in January, leaving our own homes in frost and maybe snow, we find snowdrops and aconites and primroses blooming in all the beds here, in the sheltered Court.

It's gorgeous. Well, look at the tulips coming out here already, and it's only April! Alicia was making for North Tower. It was exactly like the other three. Darrell looked at it.

It was four storeys high. Alicia stopped short just outside.

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On the second floor are the dormies, where we sleep—dormitories, you know. On the third floor are more dormies. On the top floor are the bedrooms of the staff, and the box rooms for our luggage.

T wish 1 slept right at the top there, in the tower itself. What a lovely view I'd have! Cocoa and biscuits, something like that. Come on, let's find Matron. The matron of North Tower was a plump, bustling woman, dressed in starched apron and print frock, very neat and spotless. Alicia took the new girls to her.

Darrell looked at Matron, frowning over the long lists in her hand. Her hair was neatly tucked under a pretty cap, tied in a bow under her chin. She looked so spotless that Darrell began to feel very dirty and untidy. She felt a little scared of Matron, and hoped she wouldn't make her take nasty medicine too often.

Then Matron looked up and smiled, and at once Darrell's fears fell away. She couldn't be afraid of a person who smiled like that, with her eyes and her mouth and even her nose too!

Give it to me, please. And you're Sally Hope. No, worse, I think. She sent you her best love, Matron. She says she wishes she could send all my brothers to you too. She's sure you're the only person who can manage them. Your mother put some grey hairs into my head, and you've certainly done your bit in adding a few more. She had a wise, kindly face, and any girl who fell ill felt safe in Matron's care. But woe betide any pretender, or any lazy girl or careless one!

Then Matron's smile snapped off, her face closed up, and her eyes glinted dangerously! A big gong boomed through North Tower. Your train was late and you must all be very tired. All first-formers are to go to bed immediately after supper tonight. Wash your hands quickly and go down. They were hungry. Darrell looked round at the tables. She was sure she would never know all the girls in her house!

And she was sure she would never dare to join in their laugh and chatter either. But she would, of course—and very soon too! Darrell was delighted with the room. It was long, and had windows all down the length of it, which, to Darrell's joy, overlooked the sea. She stood there, hearing the faraway sound of waves on the beach, watching the slowly moving blue sea. What a lovely place this was! She looked at the room. It had ten beds in it, each divided from the next by a white curtain which could be drawn or pulled back as the girls wished.

Each girl had a white bed with a coloured eiderdown. The eiderdowns were different colours and made a pretty show as Darrell looked down the row of beds. In each cubicle there was a cupboard to hang things, and a chest of drawers with a mirror on top.

There were wash-basins with hot and cold water at each end of the room. The girls were busy unpacking their small bags. Darrell opened hers. She shook out her night- dress. She took her face-flannel, her tooth-brush and paste. A clean towel hung ready for her on a rail at the side of her chest of drawers. We could have dormy games too, I should think.

Alicia was there, Darrell, Sally and Gwendoline. There were six other girls besides. They stared at the three new girls as they ran to and from the wash-basins, washing, and cleaning their teeth. One of the girls looked at her watch.

She was a tall, dark girl, quiet in her manner. Everyone but Gwendoline scrambled into bed. Gwendoline was still brushing out her fine golden hair. She was counting as she brushed it.

You've got to do what she says. Gwendoline gave a squeal and leapt into bed. The girls laughed. They all knew that Alicia had no intention of spanking Gwendoline. Gwendoline lay down, angry. She determined to make herself miserable and cry. She thought of her mother, and her faraway home, and she began to sniff. There was silence in the room.

Sally Hope gave a little sigh. Darrell wondered if she was asleep. The curtains between her bed and Sally's were pulled back. No, Sally was not asleep. She lay with her eyes wide open. There were no tears in them, but her face looked sad.

But she was too sensible to be silly about it, and too excited to be at Malory Towers to miss her home. After all, she had badly wanted to come, and here she was— and she meant to be very happy and have a lot of fun.

Matron arrived. She took a look down the beds. One or two of the girls were already fast asleep, tired out. Matron walked down the long room, twitched an eiderdown into place, turned off a dripping tap, and pulled the curtains across the windows, for it was still very light outside.

Darrell peeped to see if Matron's nice smile was on her face. She caught sight of Darrell's peeping eyes and nodded, smiling. Gwendoline was the only one who tried to keep awake. What had Mother said to her? But her eyes wouldn't keep open! They shut and soon Gwendoline was as fast asleep as the others. And at home her mother was dabbing her eyes, and saying, 'Poor little Gwen!

I shouldn't have sent her away from me! A loud bell awoke all the girls the next morning. At first Darrell couldn't imagine where she was.

Then she heard Alicia's voice. You've got to make your bed before breakfast! The sun poured into the room, for Katherine had drawn the curtains back. A loud chattering began. Girls hopped across the room to the washbasins. Darrell dressed quickly, proud to put on her brown tunic with its brown-orange belt, just like all the other girls wore. She brushed her hair back and put in two slides to keep it tidy. Gwendoline left her hair loose over her shoulders.

Have you just had a governess? You'll find out,' said Alicia. That's the breakfast gong. Tuck your sheet in well. That's right. Gwendoline, fold up your nighty. Look at Sally—there's a new girl for you! Everything done to time, nobody's got to chivvy her round!

She hardly said a word. She did not seem in the least shy, but she was so quiet and self- possessed that Darrell could hardly believe she was a new girl. She always seemed to know exactly what to do. They all went down to the dinning-hall. The long tables were ready, and girls were already seating themselves, greeting their house-mistress politely. Matron was there too, and a third grown-up, whom Darrell had not seen before.

One's fat and jolly and the other's thin and sour. We've got the fat and jolly one this term.

They've both got simply awful tempers, so I hope you're pretty good at French. Matron has to be sent for to calm them down when they get too bad! Katherine, across the table, laughed. Nobody has ever seen our two Mam'zelles fly at each other's throats yet.

Mam'zelle Dupont was short, fat and round. She wore her hair in a little bun on top. Her eyes, black and beady, were never still. She wore a black frock that fitted her perfectly, and well-fitting black shoes on her tiny feet. She was short-sighted but she would not wear glasses. She had instead a pair of long-handled glasses, called lorgnettes, which she wore dangling on a long black ribbon. These she used when she wanted to see anything at close quarters, holding them to her eyes with her hand.

Alicia, who was a good mimic, could keep her class in fits of laughter, blinking like poor Mam'zelle, and holding imaginary glasses up to her nose. But she was just as much in awe of Mam'zelle Dupont as anyone else, and did not rouse her hot temper if she could help it. You can all go together. Join us in the assembly room for Prayers later. Pamela, will you take the new girls to the Head, please?

The new girls stood up, Darrell among them. They followed Pamela. She took them out of the door that let into the Court, and then in through another door set in the building that ran between East and North Tower. The Head Mistress's rooms were there, and so was the San.

They came to a door painted a deep cream colour. Pamela knocked. A low voice said 'Come in! She had a calm, unwrinkled face, eyes that were startlingly blue, and a very firm mouth.

Darrell felt frightened of this calm, low- voiced Head Mistress, and hoped she would never have to be sent to her for misbehaviour!

The new girls stood in a row before the Head, and Miss Grayling looked at them all closely. Darrell felt herself going red, she couldn't imagine why. Her knees felt a bit wobbly too. She hoped Miss Grayling wouldn't ask her any questions, for she was sure she wouldn't be able to say a word! Miss Grayling asked them their names, and spoke a few words to each girl. Then she addresed them all solemnly.

You should take with you eager minds, kind hearts, and a will to help. You should take with you a good understanding of many things, and a willingness to accept responsibility and show yourselves as women to be loved and trusted. All these things you will be able to learn at Malory Towers—if you will.

I do not count as our successes those who have won scholarships and passed exams. I count as our successes those who learn to be good-hearted and kind, sensible and trustable, good, sound women the world can lean on. Our failures are those who do not learn these things in the years they are here. She immediately longed to be one of Malory Towers' successes. But easy or hard, they must be learnt if you are to be happy, after you leave here, and if you are to bring happiness to others.

Then Miss Grayling spoke again, in a lighter tone. See that you give a lot back! Perhaps one day Malory Towers will be proud of you. Very much impressed they walked out of the room. Not even Gwendoline said a word. Whatever they might do, in the years to come at Malory Towers, each girl wanted, at that moment, to do her best. Whether or not that wish would last, depended on the girl.

Then they went to the Assembly Hall for Prayers, found their places, and waited for Miss Grayling to come to the platform. Soon the words of a hymn sounded in the big hall. The first day of term had begun. Darrell sang with all her might, happy and excited.

What a lot she would have to tell her mother when she wrote! ALL the school met each morning for prayers. The girls stood together in their classes—first- formers of North Tower, South, East, and West tower, all together, and so on. Darrell took a nervous look at her class. What a big one it seemed!

About twenty-five or thirty girls, surely. Miss Potts, her house-mistress, was also the first-form mistress. There was Mam'zelle Dupont, singing lustily, and the teacher beside her must be the other French mistress. But how different! She was skinny, tall and bony.

Her hair too was done up in a little bun, but at the back instead of on top. Darrell thought she looked bad-tempered.

Alicia told her which the other mistresses were. She's frightfully clever, and awfully sarcastic if you don't like history. And that's the art mistress, Miss Linnie— she's awfully nice. Very easy-going. She looked nice.

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She was young and had red hair done in little curls. Young—see him? He's always either in a very good temper or a very bad one. We always try and find out which, when he takes us for music or singing. Darrell saw her own Matron, looking a little stern, as she always did when she was thinking hard of what she was doing.

Alicia began whispering again. Miss Potts did not look kindly on people who whispered at any time, least of all in Prayers. Prayers over, the girls filed off to their various classrooms.

These ran all along the west side of Malory Towers, and soon that building was filled with the sound of hurrying feet, laughter and chattering. There was no rule about silence in the corridors in the part of the building where the classrooms were. The first-formers filed into their own classroom, a room with a lovely view over the sea.

It was a big room, with the mistress's desk at one end, and cupboards at the other. Desks and chairs were arranged in orderly rows. But the fat girl stared in surprise. Well, you can't choose your own seat, then. New girls have to take the desks left over when the old girls have chosen the ones they want. She tossed her golden hair back over her shoulders and looked sulky. She stood close by the desk she had chosen, not quite daring to take it, but too obstinate to leave it. A small wiry girl pushed her away.

Hallo, Rita! Did you have nice hols? Awful to be back with old Potty, isn't it? Then she slipped into one beside Alicia, glad of her good luck. Alicia was exchanging news with a girl on the other side of her.

She seemed to be very friendly indeed with her. She turned to Darrell. We always sit next to each other. But Betty is in West House, worse luck.

She liked Betty but she was sorry to hear that Alicia had a friend already. She had rather hoped that Alicia would be her friend. She didn't particularly want either Sally or Gwendoline. The girls stood up, and looked straight before them as they heard the quick, light steps of their form-mistress coming down the corridor outside. She swept into the room, nodded to the girls and said, 'You can sit!

Miss Potts took out her list of names and checked them all, tracking down a few more new girls in the other houses. Then she turned to the expectant faces before her. But please don't make the mistake of thinking that the summer term is nothing but a picnic. It isn't. It's good hard work too.


Some of you are taking exams, next term. Well, work hard this term, and you'll find the exams, easy next term. But slack this term, and 1 promise you I shall hear some groans and grumbles next term!

Then she looked hard at two or three girls. I never expect much of new girls their first term - but I shall expect quite a lot of you. Miss Potts went on talking. If you are brainless and near the bottom, we shan't blame you, of course—but if you've got good brains and are down at the bottom, 1 shall have a lot to say. And you know what that means, don't you?

Miss Potts smiled, and her keen face lit up for a moment. Here's a list of things each girl must have. If anyone lacks any of them, she must go to Katherine, head-girl of the form, and get them from her at the end of the lesson. I will give ten minutes for that. It was maths, and Miss Potts was giving a quick test-paper to see what standard the new girls were up to, and whether the whole form could work together or not. Darrell found the paper quite easy, but Gwendoline groaned and grunted terribly, her golden hair all over the desk.

I gave it forty Plait it after Break. Gwendoline glared angrily at her and made a face. As if Mother would dream of cutting off her beautiful fine sheet of hair. And now to think she'd got to plait it.

Why, she didn't even know how to plait! Gwendoline was so lost in sulky thought that she hardly answered any of the maths, questions.

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The morning went on. Break came and the girls rushed out to play where they liked. Some went for a quick game on one of the many tennis-courts. Some went for a ramble in the grounds. Others lay about in the Court, talking. Darrell would have liked to go with Alicia, but she was with Betty, and Darrell felt sure they wouldn't want a third person.

She looked at the other new girls. Two of them, whom she didn't know, had made friends already. Another girl, who had a cousin in the same form, went off with her. Gwendoline was not to be seen. Perhaps she had gone to plait her hair! Sally Hope was sitting on the grass alone, no expression at all on her closed-up face. Darrell went over to her. Didn't you hate leaving all your friends too?

Darrell thought that was queer. It was hard to get anything out of Sally. She was polite and answered questions, but she didn't ask any in return. Does she think she's plaited her hair?

It's all undone already! It was beastly of Miss Potts not to let me wear it as I've always worn it. I don't like her. Actually, she did look much nicer now. Darrell raced too. She knew where her classroom was. She knew the names of a lot of her form.

She would soon be quite at home at Malory Towers! She learnt the names not only of the girls in her form at North Tower, but of every girl there, from the head-girl Pamela, down to Mary-Lou, the youngest but one in the first form. Darrell herself was the youngest girl in North Tower, she found, but she felt that Mary-Lou was very much younger Mary-Lou was a scared mouse of a girl.

Poor Mary-Lou.

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Views Read Edit View history. Languages Add links. This page was last edited on 18 December , at By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.There must be a way that we can get her to lose her temper with Olive. Shelve First Term at Malory Towers. The girls simply lived for their time in the swimming-pool. Jean, come into our carriage!

She learnt the names not only of the girls in her form at North Tower, but of every girl there, from the head-girl Pamela, down to Mary-Lou, the youngest but one in the first form. But the sea swept into the big natural pool each day, filled it, and made lovely waves all across it. She was good at gym. Could ears get better so quickly then?

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