Their father was just about to begin a fanfare on the horn. 'Last times are always a bit horrid,' said Darrell. 'Still, you'll be having a wonderful time yourself, going off to the University. 'Not a bit,' said Felicity, quite cheerfully. 'Next term you'll be going alone, Felicity. 'It's the very last time I shall go off with you in the same uniform,' said Darrell, rather solemnly. Both were dressed in the orange and brown uniform of Malory Towers - dark brown coat and skirt, white blouse, orange tie, straw hat with orange band. Her young sister Felicity was there, waiting for her. She snatched up her minis-racket and her small suitcase and fled down the stairs, two at a time as usual. My very last term! I shall be eighteen on my next birthday - I'm almost grown-up!Ī yell came from below, 'Darrell! Aren't you ever coining? Daddy says do you mean to leave today or tomorrow?' My last term! thought Darrell, as she got ready to go downstairs.
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