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Title: Tom and Some Other Girls
A Public School Story

Author: Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey

Illustrator: Percy Tarrant

Release Date: April 16, 2007 [EBook #21102]

Language: English

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Tom and some other Girls
A Public School Story

By Mrs George de Horne Vaizey
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You would be mistaken if you thought this was going to be a book about
a girl called Thomasina, for it is actually about a girl call Rhoda
Chester. Rhoda has been brought up as the child of rich parents. Her
brothers have done well, but she has been kept at home, and has been
taught by governesses and other visiting tutors. The German fraulein
goes to her own home in Germany for a holiday, where she gets married
and never comes back.

This prompts Mr Chester to consider sending Rhoda away to a boarding
school. There is a discussion, Rhoda's mother not being at all in
favour of the idea, but Rhoda is keen to go.

They settle on a school. Rhoda goes there, and enjoys herself, doing
well. Tom and the other girls are of course her schoolmates. But there
is to be an important exam, for which Rhoda overworks, to the point
where her brain no longer works when she is in the examination hall.
So life is downward, instead of upward, she realises. We will leave
you to read the rest of the story. Vaizey is at her best again. N.H.
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TOM AND SOME OTHER GIRLS
A PUBLIC SCHOOL STORY

BY MRS. GEORGE DE HORNE VAIZEY

CHAPTER ONE.

A CHANGE.

"Yes, she must go to school!" repeated Mr Chester.

A plaintive sob greeted his words from the neighbourhood of the sofa.
For once in her life Mrs Chester's kindly, good-tempered face had lost
its smiles, and was puckered up into lines of distress. She let one
fat, be-ringed hand drop to her side and wander restlessly over the
satin skirt in search of a pocket. Presently ou