e don't come back, we only ooze back. We hang about on
the stairs till a teacher says 'Oh, my dear, you're moved into VB', or
whatever the form is. There ought to be a proper reading out of the
lists in the gym. Then each form would march to its own room and the
thing would be done decently and in order. We're utterly and absolutely
old-fashioned, and behind the times. That's what's the matter with the
Kingfield High School."

"Humph! Something the matter with your own eyes I should say!" sniffed
Aldora Dodson, who had just joined the group. "What about that notice
stuck up in the hall?"

"What notice?"

"What notice?" mimicked Aldora. "You don't mean to tell me you all
walked past it like blind bats, when it was there as large as life, and
actually staring you in the face! If you want to know what it's about go
and look at it! I can't waste my time telling you things you're too lazy
to read for yourselves."

Aldora's advice, though administered in an uncomplimentary fashion, was
sound. Without further parley the girls took it. They hurried from the
cloakroom and tore into the hall, to discover the truth for themselves.
Quite a crowd was collected round the notice board. It took a little
while to elbow their way through. When at last they reached vantage
spots, where by dint of craning their necks they could see between or
over the heads of those in front of them, their eyes encountered a
home-made poster, so large and conspicuous that it was certainly very
extraordinary that they should have passed it by unnoticed.

The school will assemble
in the
GYMNASIUM
at 2.30
when the new form lists
will be read, and various
new arrangements will be
explained.

M. Tatham.

"Hold me up! I'm fainting!" exclaimed Kathleen. "New? Did my eyes
deceive me or are we actually going to have something new? Wonders will
never cease."

"Good old Tatie!" purred Lesbia. "She's turning up trumps to-day."

"Don't congratulate yourself too soon, my child," admonished Calla, "you
don't know yet what the new arrangements are."

"Take me to the gym at once," commanded Kathleen tragically. "I must
have a front seat and know the best or worst. I'm simply palpitating
till I hear. Are we to study Sanscrit or start a Cosy Cafe to supply
refreshments at eleven? Tell me which, I beseech you. I can't wait."

"Come along, you mad thing," laughed Lesbia. "We're none of us any wiser
than you are. Miss T