A Future Chalet School Girl

“But I still don’t see why I must leave St. Katharine’s,” Mélanie said rebelliously.“My dear girl, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a score of times,” her aunt said, giving her an exasperated look. “Uncle Oliver has been chosen for this good appointment, which is a chance in a thousand. He can’t pass it by, even if it does mean that we must go to live in Switzerland. He has accepted it and we’re going.”“Well, but—I don’t see why I couldn’t just go on at Kate’s and come out to you for the hols,” Mélanie broke in.“You know perfectly well why. I promised your parents we would look after you as long as they were out of England. How can we do that if we are in one country and you in another, may I ask?”“I’d be all right—honestly. I’d be a boarder and goodness knows I’d be looked after all right. Mary Swanson says you can’t call your soul your own—not with Mother Mary Joseph on the job! I could come to you for the hols. Oh, Auntie, do, do let me!” Mélanie was at her most persuasive.