Angela Brazil

For the Sake of the School Angela Brazil

Past the grey old castle that looked seawards over the estuary, past the little white town ofLlangarmon, with its ancient walls and fortified gates, past the quay where the fishing smacks werelying idly at anchor and a pleasure-steamer was unloading its human cargo, past the long stretch ofsandy common, where the white tents of the Territorials evoked an outcry of interest, then upalongside the broad tidal river towards where the mountains, faint and misty, rose shouldering oneanother till they merged into the white nebulous region of the cloud-flecked sky. Those lucky oneswho had secured window seats on the river side of the carriage were loud in their acclamations ofsatisfaction as familiar objects in the landscape came into sight."There's Cwm Dinas. I wish they could float a big Union Jack on the summit.""It would be a landmark all right.""Oh, the flag's up at Plas Cafn!""We'll have one at school this term?""Oh, I say! Move a scrap," pleaded Ulyth Stanton plaintively. "We only get fields and woods on ourside. I can't see anything at all for your heads. You might move. What selfish pigs you are! Well, Idon't care; I'm going to talk."