Chapter Sixteen'Margaret!' Lorna shook her awake, 'they're moving.' They lay in a slight hollow underneath a bush with the call of an owl echoing and the dew forming on their clothes.
'What?' Margaret opened bleary eyes, 'sorry, I must have fallen asleep.'
'The Chosen Girls,' Lorna reminded. 'They're leaving the school.'
'It's still dark,' Margaret huddled into her coat collar. 'I'm glad I was never one of the Chosen Girls. What do they mean by making the poor souls get up at this hour of the morning? That's just cruel hard.'
'Here,' Lorna handed over the small telescope she had purchased in a Worcester pawn shop. 'See for yourself.'
Margaret focussed the lens. 'This is fun, spying on the school like this.'
'Never mind that: can you see them?'
'I see them,' Margaret said. 'Miss Appl
