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Wraparound dustwrapper from the 1st edition, illustrated by Stanley Lloyd Wraparound dustwrapper from the reprint, illustrated by Lilian Buchanan Review by Jo Chambers Brief Summary by Julie Heginbotham: Darrell's last term at her beloved Malory Towers, and happily she is made head girl of the school, an honour she takes very seriously and is immensely proud of. But the term has its ups and downs with Gwendoline constantly grumbling about her father, and then suddenly finds herself faced with a tremendous shock which has her leaving before the term ends. And new girl, Amanda, who constantly boasts about her old school, Trenigan Towers, which sadly burned to the ground, and so finds it difficult to settle at a school she sees as second best. Full Review This may contain spoilers : Jo Chambers' Review The last book of the series sees Darrell about to embark on her last term at Malory, as head girl of the entire school. She is planning to go to university with several of her friends and knows that, although she will miss Malory, university will be fulfilling and rewarding as well. Unusually, there are two new girls entering the sixth. One, the French girl Suzanne who incidentally is never really developed as a character and seems peripheral at best is niece to Mam'zelle Rougier and the other, the hefty Amanda, comes from a famous sports school and calmly announces that she intends to go in for the Olympic Games.

It shone a deeper blue than the sky, and after a few weeks of summer got really deliriously warm - till the tide came in, swamped the pool, and left cooler water there! Darrell loved the pool. Even when she was not swimming she used to take her books down beside it and dream there, looking over the brilliant blue water.

Moira was a very good swimmer. So was Sally. Darrell always had been. But the new girl, Amanda, surpassed them all! She was a most magnificent swimmer. The first time she entered the water, everyone gasped. She streaked across the pool with the most powerful over-arm stroke the girls had ever seen. T never saw anything like it. She is good enough for the Olympic Games. She could beat us hollow, Sally. She looked out to sea. She had great strong legs too. She was heavy in her walk, and not at all graceful in ordinary life - hut when she was playing games or swimming, she had the strong grace of some big animal, and was most fascinating to watch.

The lower forms gaped at her, and often came down to the pool when the word went round that Amanda was there - just to stand and stare! As head of school games, she was always on the look-out for likely youngsters to coach.

T might. She was nearby, listening. Moira was not very likeable, hut at least she did try to help the lower forms in their games. They looked after the youngsters. Vou seem to have too few games mistresses here.

There were plenty of teachers tor everything! Sally saw Darrell's laee, and nudged her. It's no good saying anything,' she said, as Amanda walked oil. She must have been very upset when Trenigan went up in smoke - and she probably hates Malory Towers because it's new to her, and doesn't go in lor ihe sport she adores as much as she'd like it to!

Sally laughed, it was a long lime since she had seen Darrell near to losing her lamous temper. Once upon a time Darrell had lost her temper practically every term and had shocked the school by her rages - but now it very seldom showed, lor Darrell had it well undei control.

She's infuriating over tennis - doesn't seem to think it's worth while even to have a game with us! She's got under Moira's skin all right - there'll be high words there soon. The bigger girls heard the soft thud-tluid of the rubber-shoed feet coming along, and turned. There was a yell trom Felicity. Had a swim? What's the water like? Doesn't it look heavenly? Buck up, Felicity. The sooner we're in, the longer we'll have! Now that Darrell was so soon leaving, she leit an intense desire to make sure that there were others who would carry on worthily the gro.

Susan's good too - hut not nearly so last. Hallo - who's 'his porpoise5' A fat and ungainly girl stood shivering on the brink ol die pool. She was yelled at by some ol the second- i ii mers already in the water. Come on. Bumptious and brazen in everything else, be was a coward over cold water. She had begged her lather to get her excused irom swimming, and he had ung up Miss Grayling and informed her that he didn't wish his daughter Jo to go in lor swimming il she didn't ant to.

Why not? There is nothing wrong about swimming '01 fo - she is merely alraid of cold water, so the games rcss tells me. I think you will agree with me ihat is Josephine should conquer the cold water rather than that the cold water should defeat Josephine? There was something in Miss Grayling's cool voice that warned him.

He put down the telephone abruptly. Miss Grayling might find there was no room for Jo at Malory Towers, if he persisted! And so Jo, to her annoyance and surprise, had been told by her father that she'd got to put up with the swimming and get on with it.

Every day she had to come down to the pool and shiver in dread on the brink, till she was inevitably pushed in or dragged in by a scornful second-former. Even the first-formers had been known to push Jo in! Today it was Felicity who crept up behind, gave Jo an enormous shove, and landed her in the pool with a colossal splash! Jo came up, gasping and spluttering, furiously angry. When she had got the water out of her mouth, she turned on the laughing Felicity. That's the second time you've done that.

Just you wait, I'll pay you out. You're as bad as your father! We're quits! Look out - I'm coming to duck you! Jo screamed and kicked. Her legs slid away from her and she disappeared under the water again. She came up, furious. She struggled to the side and called to Sally.

Can't you stop Felicity playing the fool in the water? She's always going ior my legs. You always slip out of any coaching.

Look out - here comes somebody else alter your legs! However much she swaggered and boasted and blew her own trumpet out of the water, she was of less account than the youngest first-former when she was in the pool!

So did Sally. I never want to lorget. We shall remember how the pool looks on a sunny day - and how the sea looks from the classroom windows - and what it sounds like when the girls pour out of school at the end of the morning. She's spoiling our last term with her silly behaviour! We thought we'd like to get iliem, take our own horses, download a lew more, and begin a riiiing school. Actually it's not very tar Irom here. We did wonder if we could get Miss Grayling to let us have some Malory Towers girls tor pupils.

Lull grinned. She never said verv much hut she was a most determined young person. Nobody had any doubt at all but that the Bill-Clarissa riding school would be very successful indeed. It seemed as if most of them knew what they were going to do when they left school - and had chosen rightly. We're all going to St Andrews up in Scotland, and what a good time we'll have! But, you see, Sally and I are not as lucky as you and Irene, Belinda.

We haven't a gift that sticks out a mile - or a vocation like Mary-Lou. We've got to find what we're best fitted for, and we can do that at the University. We'll jolly well have to use our brains there, too.

We'll be up against some brilliant people. That's one thing that still makes me think we're not really very grown-up, even though we sometimes think we're getting on that way - we always feel so hungry.

Grown-ups never seem to feel like that! New girls sat up in bed, startled, unused to the loud morning bell. Second-formers grunted and rolled over for another snooze. They were a notoriously lazy form that year.

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Darrell was always leasing her second-form sister. Felicity, about it. It's when she comes up against June that she gets it hot! June simply pulverizes her! Serves her right. She was very like Alicia, and had Alicia's quick 'ongue and sharp humour.

Anyone could play a joke on her and get away with it. But it was getting more difficult now, since Mam'zelle had discovered that there were actually booklets and leaflets sent out by firms, describing their jokes and tricks. She had made an intensive study of these, and was now much more on the alert.

And everyone she smiled at had a fit, she looked so monstrous! That's her one and only so far. She and Sally worked well together over the games time-tables and matches - but otherwise Moira was still not very likeable. Something in the determined, confident walk reminded her of Moira. She smiled to herself. It'll be funny to watch them together. There'll be some battles this term! Well - it's always more interesting when things happen. I wouldn't want my very last term to be dull. Sally was there, and Mary-Lou and Belinda.

The bell for the first class will soon go. A scared-looking second-former put her nose round the door. We shan't eat you! She says not the new sixth- former, but any others in North Tower. She's waiting now. Are the girls waiting in the hall, as usual? New girls always had to go to the Head on the morning of the second day. Miss Grayling liked to give them an idea of what was expected of them at Malory Towers and.

Darrell had never forgotten them. She remembered them now and suddenly put out a hand to stop Mary-Lou. It's my job, anyway - and I just feel I'd somehow like to hear Miss Grayling talk to the new girls as she once talked to us.

I'll go! She sat down again. Darrell went out of the room and into the hall. The new girls were there, five of them. Three were first-formers, one was a second-former and one a third-former.

They all looked uncomfortable and rather scared. The little first-formers looked with wide eyes at this big, important sixth-former. I'll take you in. Don't look so scared.

You've come to the finest school in the world, so you're lucky! She knocked. A low, familiar voice called out, 'Come in! She was sitting at her desk, writing, a grey-haired, calm-faced woman, with startlingly blue eyes and a determined mouth. She looked at the five trembling girls standing in lront ol her, her blue eyes going from one to the other, considering each girl closely. What did she see in them?

Darrell wondered. Did she see the bad - and the good? Did she see which girls could be trusted and which couldn't? Did she know which of them would accept responsibility and do well in the school, and which would be failures? Miss Grayling spoke to each girl in her low, clear voice, asking their names and forms. Then she addressed them all gravely. Darrell listened as intently as the youngsters, remembering the words from six years back.

T want you all to iisten to me for a minute or two. One clay you will leave this school and go out into the world as young women. You should take with you eager minds, kind hearts and a will to help. You should take with you a good understanding of many things and a willingness to accept responsibility, and show yourselves as women to be loved and trusted.

All these things you will be able to learn at Malory Towers - if you will. Our failures are ihose who do not learn these things in the years they are here. Were they making up their minds, as she had once done, that they would each be one of Malory Towers' successes?

The five girls hardly breathed as they gazed at Miss Grayling and listened. She looked across at Darrell, who was listening with as much attention as the youngsters. You said, "You will all get a tremendous lot out of your time at Malory Towers. See that you give a lot back. Girls, six years ago I said those words to Darrell. She is one who has got a great deal out of her time here - and there is no one who has given more back than Darrell has.

They couldn't imagine her standing as a twelve-year-old in front of Miss Grayling, hearing those same words. But Miss Grayling remembered very well. They were good stuff, she thought - likely to he the heads of forms and captains ol games - and possibly head-girls of the future. Darrell turned to go too. She felt herself blushing, she had been so pleased at Miss Grayling's words about her. She looked shyly at the Head.

Sally is another, and so is Mary-Lou. I think there is only one sad failure, real failure, in your form. And she has only this one term to change herself. You know who it is J mean. Her mother wanted one thing, her father another. Her father, of course, is right. But I hear that he has had to give way in the matter. Darrell, if you possibly can, I want you to try and influence Gwendoline so that she will come round to her father's point of view.

But it's impossible to move Gwen when she's determined to get her own way. She was one of the successes! She had always longed to be - but she had made mistakes, been unkind sometimes, lost her semper more times than she liked to remember - and had ruefully come to the conclusion that although she wasn't a failure, she wasn't a howling success either.

But Miss Grayling seemed to think she was, so she must be. Darrell held her head high, and went swinging along to the sixth-form classroom. She opened the door and went in quietly. You have been working hard for the last two terms, so you should not find this term unduly hard - but you will have to keep at it!

She badly wanted to pass the Higher well. She felt sure Sally would. As for Alicia and Betty, their quick brains and excellent memories would make success certain. She glanced round at the other girls from the other- Towers, who would also be taking Higher. Yes - they w on Id probably all pass. They were a keen, hard- w i i king lot.

Would it be loo difficult to leave me with a little better impression of your capabilities than I have at present? She looked round at Maureen for sympathy. She got none, for Maureen always delighted in seeing Gwen made uncomfortable. The others looked studiously into the distance, determined not to catch Gwen's eye or give her any chance ol speaking about her future school.

They felt certain they were going to get very very tired ol hearing about it. I hear that it has been left to you to decide, as you can take it next year if you want to? I shouldn't do myself justice. I intend to work at my games instead. I hope to be chosen for the Olympic Games next year, anyway. The girls from other Towers gaped at Amanda's forthright assertion.

Go in for the Olympic Games! She must either be mad, or else alarmingly good at games! Well, Amanda, you will find that the games side is very good here, fortunately for you - and very well run. Sally felt annoyed and half-amused. Moira felt angry. She glared at Amanda, making up her mind to take her down a few pegs as quickly as possible! It had a most wonderful collection of scowls - though the finest were undoubtedly Gwen's!

How Gwen wished she could get hold of that horrible hook of Belinda's! It's the way the wind blows in those trees over there, Miss Oakes - shusha, shusha, shusha - like that, it goes. And it made me.

She was never quite certain if Irene really did get as lost in her 'tunes' as she said she did, or if she at ted like this to make a diversion and cause laughter. Mam'zelle had often been amazed to find herself staring at pages of music notes, instead ol lists of French verbs.

The French girl, Suzanne, had sat with her eyes hall- closed through the talk so far. Miss Oakes spoke to her suddenly and made her jump. Are you listening? Miss Oakes looked surprised.

Don't you, Suzanne? I not unnerstand! I not want zat,' said Suzanne, equally firmly. Sire privately resolved to have a few words with Mam'zelle Rougier about her seemingly stupid niece. She began to give out instructions regarding the work to be done that term, what hooks were to be used, and what work was to be done by the girls on their own.

She never, never, never sees a joke. But she always suspects there may be somebody leading her up the garden path. Like Irene and her tunes,' said Belinda, 'and actually Irene is perfectly serious about them. Look at her now - shusha, shush, shusha, shush, over by the window, with her eyes glued on the trees.

She went up to Irene and tapped her on the shoulder. Shush, shusha, shush, shusha - come on, let's play trains. Amanda watched disdainfully.

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What a school! Now if she were at Trenigan Towers, everyone would be out practising tennis strokes or something! She had whipped out her Scowl Book, and was busy tlrawing. Amanda had no idea what she was doing.

She was so new that she didn't even realize that Belinda could draw. She saw in horror that Belinda had caught her face and expression exactly. She snatched at the book but Belinda dodged out of the way. T didn't look like that,' said Amanda, enraged. She had been too busy scorning the others at their tooling. She turned away, after giving Moira a most unpleasant look which Moira fully returned. Darrell thought there wasn't a pin to choose between the two looks! Amanda turned off to the corner where the radio stood.

She began to fiddle about with it and eventually managed to find a recording of some sporting event. The commentator was very excited, and his voice came loudly through the common-room, where the girls were having their break. Nobody quite liked to tell her to turn it down a bit. Darrell nudged Sally and nodded to the window. It had stopped raining.

Sally grinned. She and Darrell made signs to the others to creep out of the room without disturbing Amanda. One by one they tiptoed out, and Darrell softly closed the door. They rushed to the cloakroom, lound their lockers, slipped on tennis shoes, snatched up their rackets and ran out to the courts. Amanda did. The recording came to an end and sin- switched off the radio. She was immediately struck by the quiet in the room, ami swung round.

It was empty. She heard the sound of voices outside, and the thud of tennis balls being struck, arid went to the window. She scowled down. They were just doing all that to annoy her! The girls came back, laughing, when the bell went. As usual the girls settled down very quickly for the new term. The summer tern; was always such a lovely one. There were so many things to do - and for those who liked swimming, the magnificent pool that lay in a great hollow of a rock down below on the shore was a source of the greatest delight.

Those who wished could go to swim before breakfast, ind every morning, once the pool had been declared vvarm enough for swimming, girls ran down the steep cliff-path to the swimming-pool. They wore their swimming-costumes with a wrap round them. Most of the girls loved the pool. A few didn't. Those who hadn't learned to swim were afraid. Those who didn't like cold water hated the pool. Gwen, of course, vas one of these, and so was Maureen. The new French girl also hated the very idea of the pool.

She went to watch the girls there once, and quealed in fright if a splash of water so much as reached her toes! Don't be an idiot! I can't think why Mam'zelle! Neither ol thetn understood the craze for games and sports of all kinds that they found in English schools.

Even if you can't be persuaded to learn to swim, you can watch the others! Miss Potts wished fervently she had Suzanne in the first form under her for just one day. She was quite certain that Suzanne would never utter that infuriating word again!

Gwendoline and Maureen were made to swim, of course, though it still took them ages to make up their minds to get into the cold, clear water. If there was one thing Gwen hated it was to enter the pool suddenly without warning! The pool was always beautiful on blue sunny days. It shone a deeper blue than the sky, and after a few weeks of summer got really deliriously warm - till the tide came in, swamped the pool, and left cooler water there!

Darrell loved the pool. Even when she was not swimming she used to take her books down beside it and dream there, looking over the brilliant blue water. Moira was a very good swimmer. So was Sally. Darrell always had been. But the new girl, Amanda, surpassed them all! She was a most magnificent swimmer. The first time she entered the water, everyone gasped.

She streaked across the pool with the most powerful over-arm stroke the girls had ever seen. T never saw anything like it. She is good enough for the Olympic Games.

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She could beat us hollow, Sally. She looked out to sea. She had great strong legs too. She was heavy in her walk, and not at all graceful in ordinary life - hut when she was playing games or swimming, she had the strong grace of some big animal, and was most fascinating to watch.

The lower forms gaped at her, and often came down to the pool when the word went round that Amanda was there - just to stand and stare!

As head of school games, she was always on the look-out for likely youngsters to coach. T might. She was nearby, listening. Moira was not very likeable, hut at least she did try to help the lower forms in their games. They looked after the youngsters. Vou seem to have too few games mistresses here. There were plenty of teachers tor everything! Sally saw Darrell's laee, and nudged her. It's no good saying anything,' she said, as Amanda walked oil. She must have been very upset when Trenigan went up in smoke - and she probably hates Malory Towers because it's new to her, and doesn't go in lor ihe sport she adores as much as she'd like it to!

Sally laughed, it was a long lime since she had seen Darrell near to losing her lamous temper. Once upon a time Darrell had lost her temper practically every term and had shocked the school by her rages - but now it very seldom showed, lor Darrell had it well undei control.

She's infuriating over tennis - doesn't seem to think it's worth while even to have a game with us! She's got under Moira's skin all right - there'll be high words there soon. The bigger girls heard the soft thud-tluid of the rubber-shoed feet coming along, and turned.

There was a yell trom Felicity. Had a swim? What's the water like? Doesn't it look heavenly? Buck up, Felicity. The sooner we're in, the longer we'll have! Now that Darrell was so soon leaving, she leit an intense desire to make sure that there were others who would carry on worthily the gro.

Susan's good too - hut not nearly so last. Hallo - who's 'his porpoise5' A fat and ungainly girl stood shivering on the brink ol die pool. She was yelled at by some ol the second- i ii mers already in the water. Come on. Bumptious and brazen in everything else, be was a coward over cold water.

She had begged her lather to get her excused irom swimming, and he had ung up Miss Grayling and informed her that he didn't wish his daughter Jo to go in lor swimming il she didn't ant to. Why not? There is nothing wrong about swimming '01 fo - she is merely alraid of cold water, so the games rcss tells me.

I think you will agree with me ihat is. Josephine should conquer the cold water rather than that the cold water should defeat Josephine?

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There was something in Miss Grayling's cool voice that warned him. He put down the telephone abruptly. Miss Grayling might find there was no room for Jo at Malory Towers, if he persisted!

And so Jo, to her annoyance and surprise, had been told by her father that she'd got to put up with the swimming and get on with it. Every day she had to come down to the pool and shiver in dread on the brink, till she was inevitably pushed in or dragged in by a scornful second-former. Even the first-formers had been known to push Jo in! Today it was Felicity who crept up behind, gave Jo an enormous shove, and landed her in the pool with a colossal splash!

Jo came up, gasping and spluttering, furiously angry. When she had got the water out of her mouth, she turned on the laughing Felicity. That's the second time you've done that. Just you wait, I'll pay you out. You're as bad as your father! We're quits! Look out - I'm coming to duck you! Jo screamed and kicked. Her legs slid away from her and she disappeared under the water again. She came up, furious. She struggled to the side and called to Sally.

Can't you stop Felicity playing the fool in the water? She's always going ior my legs. You always slip out of any coaching. Look out - here comes somebody else alter your legs! However much she swaggered and boasted and blew her own trumpet out of the water, she was of less account than the youngest first-former when she was in the pool! So did Sally.

I never want to lorget. We shall remember how the pool looks on a sunny day - and how the sea looks from the classroom windows - and what it sounds like when the girls pour out of school at the end of the morning.

She's spoiling our last term with her silly behaviour! She had never liked Malory Towers, because she had never fitted in with its ideas and ideals. She was spoiled, selfish and silly, and yet thought herself a most attractive and desirable person.

The only other girl in the form at all like her. Maureen, she detested. She could see that Maureen was like her in many many ways, and she didn't like seeing herself so olten in a girl site disliked. It's called a linishing school, and is very very select. Why you couldn't have gone this term, and left us io enjoy our last term in peace, I simply can't imagine.

They had already heard far too often about Gwen's 'fight'. Each time she told them, she related worse and worse things that she had said to her lather I bet she didn't say half those things,' said Alicia to Darrell. Mrs Lacey had been so set on sending Gwen to a linishing school where she could 'make nice inends', that she had used every single means in her power to hack Gwen up.

Tears and more tears. Cruel words. Mrs Lacey had brought them all out, and Gwen added to ;hem. The old governess, Miss Winter, who adored Gwen and thought the world of Mrs Lacey, had been shocked. Gwen related it all to her unwilling listeners. All site could say was. He's not been well lor some time.

Don't you think it would be better not to worry him so much? Do you grudge me one more year's happiness? You never did! If you did, you would let me have this one small thing I want - that Mother wants too. It doesn't reflect any credit on you, Gwen. It's beastly. She didn't see that Maureen was encouraging her to go on simply so that she might make herself a nuisance and a bore to everyone. Maureen could see how disgusted the others were. She was rather disgusted herself.

Although she was very like Gwen, she did at least love her parents. Let Gwen go on and on! Horrid creature! She's showing herself up properly! And so Gwen went on, talking to Maureen, repeating the unkind things she had said to her father, exulting in the victory she had won over him.

So Daddy came upstairs and said, "Very well. You can have your way. You're right and I'm wrong. You can go to Switzerland to school. Nobody said anything at all except Maureen. Except sometimes to Miss Winter. He was putting it on, of course, to make me feel awful. But I didn't. Two can play at that game, 1 thought, so I went cool too.

I hardly even said good-bye to him when he drove the car away at the beginning of term. You've got to stand up to your parents when you get to our age! She felt really sick. How would he feel if she, Darrell, suddenly 'stood up' to him, and spoke cruel words, as Gwen had to her father?

He'd he heart-broken! And I'm sute Mr Lacey felt the same. I expect he loves Gwen, even if she is beastly and selfish. How could she behave like that? She spoke to Gwen, and the tone of her voice made everyone look up. What did Darrell want with her? She felt like refusing, and then got up. She was rather afraid of the forthright Darrell. Darrell led the way to her study.

She had remembered Miss Grayling's words. Could she possibly say something now, this very minute, to influence Gwen, and show her where she had gone wrong?

Darrell felt that she might. She felt so strongly about the matter that she was certain she could make Gwen see her point. I want to say something to you. You've got on that kind of face. We have already met her on First Day, when her father almost drove Darrell's father off the road. Jo is like her father—loud and boastful, and in Malory Towers world, this means both that she is unpopular and that she will Get Her Comeuppance by the end of the book.

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This arrives in the form of Jo failing to hand in five pounds to Matron, and of Matron finding the money after Jo drops it. Jo knows she cannot go and ask Matron for the money back, as she will get into trouble for having so much money in school.

So she sneaks into Matron's office and raids the safe. But she is in such a hurry that she inadvertently takes nine pounds instead of five. It's OK though; she'll put it back Meanwhile she is very unpopular with her form, as she and her first form friend Deirdre were seen outside the school, and it is not allowed for girls to leave the grounds with members of lower forms. The whole class gets punished when Jo fails to 'own up', and they resolve to leave her out of their midnight feast.

So what, Jo thinks. She will download lots of food with her own money, and as everyone has been so beastly to her, she is going to run away from school as well. So there! She recruits a wimpy Deirdre, and the two sneak off that night. The next morning the first and second form girls see that two beds have not been slept in. Where are Jo and Deirdre?

Luckily the foolish girls haven't gone too far from the school, and they are found the next morning by Bill, Clarissa and Miss Peters, who are out for an early morning ride. They are taken back to school in disgrace, and Miss Grayling, who now knows about the missing money, phones for Jo's father.

Deirdre is allowed to escape with a ticking off and a promise to do better in future. Jo's father arrives, loud and hearty. What's this little scamp of a Jo been up to now, eh? He takes a light view of the matter until Miss Grayling mentions the stolen nine pounds.

For once he is stricken dumb, and listens as Miss Grayling tells him he has failed Jo as a parent. Jo agrees, and the two leave Malory Towers sadder and wiser people. Felicity later gets a letter from Jo where Jo apologises for not owning up that time, and we get the impression that Jo is on the road to the straight and narrow.

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She is the only girl to be expelled from Malory Towers in the series. But it is not just the younger girls who can be stupid. Amanda has been talking all term of her wish to go and swim in the sea rather than just the swimming pool, and scoffs at the girls' warnings of the strong currents.

A boastful character who is too proud of her own talents and who won't listen to well-meant advice? You've guessed it—Amanda gets into difficulties, is thrown against the rocks and seriously injured, and finally rescued by June. The two come to a truce and June agrees to start practicing for the teams again.