The Chalet School in the Oberland

“I think that’s the last.” Miss Wilson sat back in her chair and pushed her hair off her face with a sigh of relief. “Well, Gillian, what do you think about it all?”Her secretary finished writing the details of the last girl and slipped the card into its appropriate place in the filing cabinet before she replied, smiling at the Head as she said: “I think it’s going to be lots of fun.”“Fun?” Miss Wilson gave her a look of mingled incredulity and aggravation. “My good girl, that’s the last word I’d have used to describe it. We never, for one moment, expected to have anyone but our own seniors and Nell Randolph, who is almost like one of them by this time. Eighteen to twenty was the most I bargained for; and quite enough, too, in the circumstances!”“I can see your point,” Gillian said thoughtfully. “Still, when Nell was coming, it was quite natural that the mother of her great chum at Branscombe Park should want to send Lucy along, too.”