The boarding school was full of noise that morning. The three boys that had been called out to the courtyard were confused and nervous, not knowing what Matron Hellen wanted them for. They had not done anything, recently, and quietly talked amongst themselves before the stern form of the Head Governess slowly walked from the covered walkway that formed one wall of the courtyard.
She had a small folder with her. It was plain, unadorned and yet, the boys knew whatever had brought them out of class was in that folder.
She only had to snap her fingers and the boys lined up, their mouths closed and looking at the greying woman. She was in an old-fashioned dress, the long skirt brushing the tops of her shoes as she paced in front of the boys. »Read More