"It ought to be altered. I've a jolly good mind to go to Rachel and tell
her my views about it. She's been much nicer lately than she used to be.
Perhaps she'd listen. If she doesn't there'd be no harm done, at any
rate. Will you come with me? I don't like going by my little lonesome."

The two girls tapped at the door of dormitory 9, and fortunately found
the head prefect within and alone. She received them quite graciously
and listened with interest to what Lorna had to say.

"I'm so thankful you've told me," she said in reply. "I agree with you
absolutely. It's time this silly business was put a stop to. We prefects
have held back because we didn't want to be spoil-sports, but I believe
you really voice the opinion of a good many girls. I used to get very
tired of it when I was in the Transition myself. If Miss Rodgers found
out some of the tricks that are played she'd never let us have the
holiday again."

"Can't we persuade them to do something else instead--something really
jolly?"

"We must. I'll think about it. Leave it to me. I've been turning it over
in my mind for some time, though my ideas never crystallized. I'll have
some scheme ready. I can depend on you two to support me in the
Transition?"

"Rather!"

Rachel, reporting the interview to her fellow prefects, found them
entirely in agreement. They were dissatisfied with many things in the
Transition and junior forms, and this Nationality evening was considered
the limit. Something seemed to be needed at the present crisis to weld
together the various factions of the Villa Camellia, and turn them into
one harmonious whole. The prefects were aware that the various
sororities were really rival societies, and that, though they might give
great fun and enjoyment to their respective members, they were
productive of jealousy rather than union.

"We want a common motive," said Rachel. "An inspiration, if possible. I
believe some sort of a league would do it. Something outside ourselves,
and bigger than just the little world of school. Something that even the
smallest juniors could join, and in which girls who have left could
still take an interest. It's dawning on me! I believe I've got it! I'm
going to call it 'The Anglo-Saxon League.' We'll get everybody to join,
and fix its first festival for the 31st of March. It should just take
the wind out of those silly nationality tricks. I'll speak to Miss
Rodgers and ask her to let us have a parade and dance,