The Madcap of the School

The Madcap of the School

Angela Brazil

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The Madcap of the School by Angela Brazil

The Madcap of the School Chapter 1 A Mystery Unravelled 275

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"The girls put their united lung power into the loudest halloo of which they were capable" Frontispiece

"The passage was very dark, but Morvyth had brought her electric torch" 80

"Raymonde drew a long breath of intense relief, and peeped out" 152

"'Gracious, girl! Turn off the waterworks!'" 176

"Fauvette in particular looked ravishingly pretty" 184

"The door opened with a forcible jerk, and a stranger entered" 280

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