s much interested, and allowed a special afternoon to be
devoted to the purpose. The designs were painted on brown paper, and
varied from sprays of flowers to conventional patterns, according to the
taste of the Form, though each bore in large letters the same
inscription: _Briarcroft Juniors' Journal_.

It was a proud day for Gipsy when she completed her arrangements, and
all the six copies were ready in their artistic covers. The contributors
had really done their best in the brief time at their disposal. There
were two or three short stories, an article on pet dogs, some recipes
for sweets and toffee, including Gipsy's favourite American Fudge, and
quite a long page of nature notes, the latter being contributed mostly
by the day girls. Gipsy had not had time to write any book reviews, but
she had enjoyed herself over the answers to correspondents. She had
posted up a notice inviting letters when first the scheme for the
Magazine was accepted, and quite a budget had been delivered at the
"editorial office"--otherwise her school desk. Some were couched in
rather a facetious vein, but she answered them as if they were intended
to be serious, sometimes with a comic result. A correspondent who signed
herself "Honeysuckle" had enquired: "Can you tell me how to stop my feet
from growing any bigger? I take fives in shoes and I am only eleven." To
which Gipsy replied: "You are evidently eating too much, Honeysuckle!
Limit your diet to water and crusts, and abstain from sweets, cakes, and
toffee in any form. You will then probably stop growing at all in any
direction, either up or down."

Gertie Butler, of the Lower Third, had blossomed into poetry, and had
composed an "Ode to the Magazine", the opening lines of which ran:

"Hail, literary gem of Briarcroft Hall!
Thou com'st to be a blessing to us all".

The exchange column was voted "ripping", and resulted in the transfer of
several families of white mice, some foreign stamps, a variety of
picture post-cards, and other treasures. The first instalment of Gipsy's
serial, "The Girl Pioneer of Wild Cat Creek", was so thrillingly
exciting that its readers could hardly wait for the second chapter, and
pressed the authoress for details of "what was coming next"; but as
Gipsy had not made up any more, they were obliged to curb their
impatience. Altogether the Magazine was a brilliant success; and if it
lacked anything in composition and grammar, it made that u