‘I don’t like it at all,’ said Miss Annersley; ‘not in the least.’
Miss Wilson, geography and science mistress of the Chalet School, put her elbows on the table and cupped her face in her hands. ‘Don’t you think you are worrying rather needlessly, Hilda? After all, it was only one plane—and crippled at that.’
‘If one can get here—no matter how—others can. We are very near the Continent, and with other people’s children——’ Miss Annersley stopped speaking, and the Staff looked at each other.
But if the parents are willing to risk it, I don’t see why you should bother,’ argued pretty Miss Stewart who was history mistress.