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Harriet Shirley
 Dec 5, 07 - 3:37 AM |
The Kitchen Caper
The plans to conquer the kitchen were jumbled and vague, consisting mostly of invented emergencies of the sort that would require evacuation of the building, leaving the huge kitchen and larder vacant. Shen proposed that they all run into the kitchen crying out that the school grounds were being invaded by dragons. Juniper pooh-poohed that idea since everybody knew that dragons never came this far West, even baby ones. Shen shrugged, "It could happen." Juniper said, "And they never hurt anything anyway. What good would it do for dragons to come here?" Shen thought for a minute, leaning a hip against the wall and tapping her chin with her index finger. "Well, it would be something worth seeing, wouldn't it? A spectacle, a marvel they couldn't resist. We could make them believe it." Juniper rolled her eyes. She had suggested that they could stuff some paper into one of the ovens, light it, declare that the house was on fire and usher the kitchen staff into the kitchen yard, and then sneak back in and eat as much as possible. It was *far* more the realistic plan, she thought. Mengxia, in her piping voice, said "Why don't we just go ask Cook if there is anything to eat? We just got here from Avenbridge, after all, and it was a terribly long journey." She had raised her hand slightly, as if she were in the classroom asking for permission to speak. Harriet didn't say anything. She stood apart from the other girls, examining the little hall table near her door. It was a small work of art, a jewel of cabinetry casually placed where it was almost invisible. Everything at was like that, from the knobs on the doors to the exsquisite carving of the woodwork and the elegant shape of the windows with their mullioned panes; from the proportion of the rooms to the great building itself which rested gracefully, like a beautiful and elegant sculpture, in the countryside that had recently finished its fall display. Harriet wandered to the window and looked out. The view of the rolling hills in the late autumn afternoon showed that the leaves remaining on the trees had turned grey, but the sky was the a piercingly vivid deep blue and the sunlight which had shone brightly, almost sharply, earlier in the day had softened. She felt tired, but then perked up as she remembered what she had wanted to get from her luggage. Easing back through the door of her room, Harriet quickly moved to the bed where she had lain her carpetbag. She opened it and rummaged inside. She took from it a small sketchbook and a little box with a chipped enamel cover--an old cigarette case--which she slipped into her blazer pocket as she turned to retrace her steps back to the other girls in the hall. In Harriet's short absence, Juniper and Shen had agreed upon a general course of action and were enthusiastically working out the details: Harriet and Mengxia (as the most innocent-looking of the girls) were to go into to kitchen and inquire of Cook if they and their friends could be fed. If Cook agreed to feed them, Mengxia--who would have stayed near the door--would creep back out into the hall and signal to Juniper and Shen to join them while Harriet kept the kitchen staff occupied. If, however, Cook refused their reasonable request for sustenance, Mengxia would convey that fact by means of a different signal, wherupon Shen and Juniper would raise the alarm that dragons had arrived and had accidentally set fire to...something. They could neither agree on the signal nor on the precise nature of the dragon threat. |
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