The Princess of the School

The Princess of the School, by
Angela Brazil

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Title: The Princess of the School
Author: Angela Brazil
Illustrator: Frank Wiles
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[Illustration: "I'VE COME TO SAY GOOD-BY TO YOU, SIS"]

THE PRINCESS OF THE SCHOOL
================================== By ANGELA
BRAZIL ----------------------------------
AUTHOR OF
"The Luckiest Girl in the School," "The Harum-Scarum Schoolgirl," "A
Popular Schoolgirl," "The Head Girl at the Gables."
Illustrated by Frank Wiles.
================================== A. L. BURT
COMPANY Publishers New York
Published by arrangement with Frederick A. Stokes Company
Printed in U. S. A.
Copyright, 1920, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
All rights reserved
First published in the United States of America, 1921

Contents
CHAPTER PAGE
I THE INGLETON FAMILY 1
II A STOLEN JOY-RIDE 15
III A VALENTINE PARTY 33
IV DISINHERITED 50
V THE NEW OWNER 61

VI PRINCESS CARMEL 73
VII AN OLD GREEK IDYLL 88
VIII WOOD NYMPHS 100
IX THE OPEN ROAD 114
X A MEETING 129
XI A SECRET SOCIETY 145
XII WHITE MAGIC 157
XIII THE MONEY-MAKERS 171
XIV ALL IN A MIST 190
XV ON THE HIGH SEAS 201
XVI THE CASA BIANCA 215
XVII SICILIAN COUSINS 229
XVIII A NIGHT OF ADVENTURE 242
XIX AT PALERMO 261
XX OLD ENGLAND 271
XXI CARMEL'S KINGDOM 283

THE PRINCESS OF THE SCHOOL
CHAPTER I
The Ingleton Family

On a certain morning, just a week before Christmas, the little world of
school at Chilcombe Hall was awake and stirring at an unusually early
hour. Long before the slightest hint of dawn showed in the sky the
lamps were lighted in the corridors, maids were scuttling about,
bringing in breakfast, and Jones, the gardener, assisted by his eldest
boy, a sturdy grinning urchin of twelve, was beginning the process of
carrying down piles of hand-bags and hold-alls, and stacking them on a
cart which was waiting in the drive outside.
Miss Walters, dreading the Christmas rush on the railway, had
determined to take time by the forelock, and meant to pack off her
pupils by the first available trains, trusting they would most of them
reach their destinations before the overcrowding became a serious
problem in the traffic. The pupils themselves offered no objections to
this early start. The sooner they reached home and began the holidays,
so much the better from their point of view. It was fun to get up by
lamp-light, when the stars were still shining in the sky; fun to find that
rules were relaxed, and for once they might chatter and talk as they
pleased; fun to run unreproved along the passages, sing on the stairs,
and twirl one another round in an impromptu dance in the hall.
The particular occupants of the Blue Bedroom had been astir even
before the big bell clanged for rising, so they stole a march over rival
dormitories, performed their toilets, packed their hand-bags, strapped
their wraps, and proceeded downstairs to the dining-hall, where cups
and plates were just being laid upon the breakfast-table. It was quite
superfluous energy on the part of Lilias, Dulcie, Gowan, and Bertha,
for as a matter of fact not one of them was on the list of earliest
departures, but the excitement of the general exodus had awakened
them as absolutely as the advent of Santa Claus on Christmas mornings.
They stood round the newly-lighted fire, warming their hands, chatting,
and hailing fresh arrivals who hurried into the hall.
"You going by the 6.30, Edith? You lucker! My train doesn't start till
ten! I begged and implored Miss Walters to let me leave by the early
one, and wait at the junction, but she would not hear of it, so I've got to
stop here kicking my heels, and watch you others whisked away. Isn't it

a grisly shame?"
Gowan's round rosy face was drawn into a decided pout, and her blue
eyes were full of self-pity. She had to be sorry for her own grievance,
because nobody else had either time or much inclination to sympathize;
they were all far too much excited about their own concerns.
"Well, you'll get off sometime, I suppose," returned Edith airily. "There
are twelve of us, all going together as far as Colminster. We mean to
cram into one carriage if we