ant. This had been arranged in
the largest of the classrooms. Tea was served at small tables while a
concert proceeded, the guests being expected to retire after about ten
minutes, so as to make room for others.

Helen Roper had got together quite a good programme. Irma Dalton, a
Second Form day girl, a dainty, fairy-like child, gave a graceful
performance of step dancing, Doreen Tristram played the violin, and
there were piano solos and songs from other members. Everyone
acknowledged, however, that Gipsy was the star of the occasion. She was
dressed specially for her part in a kind of half-Spanish costume, with a
red skirt, a black velvet bodice over white sleeves, and a muslin fichu
trimmed with lace. Her rich dark hair was allowed to hang loose, and a
gold-embroidered gauze scarf was twisted lightly round the top of her
head, the long ends falling below her waist. She wore sequin ornaments
and a quantity of Oriental bangles, which enhanced the fantastic effect,
and gave her the appearance of a true Romany. She was not at all
afflicted with shyness, and performed her share of the entertainment
with a zest that charmed her audience. Her southern songs, with their
crooning refrains, seemed to bring visions of moonlit lagoons and the
luscious scent of tropical flowers. She accompanied herself quite
prettily on the banjo, and had a stock of encores ready to meet the
demands for a further exhibition of her skill. She was such a success
that her fame spread over the bazaar. People came into the cafe chantant
specially to hear her, and everyone was asking who that bonny,
gipsy-looking girl was that sang the charming Creole melodies.

"We've taken exactly three times the money by the refreshment room that
we did last year," said Helen Roper, counting up the gains afterwards.

"It was a ripping idea of Gipsy's to add the music!" said Hetty Hancock,
always anxious to put in a good word for her friend.

"Yes, I'll give Gipsy the credit that's due to her," allowed Helen.
"She's worked hard over this affair, and behaved more decently than I
expected. I think she's improved. She's not nearly so perky and cheeky
as when she first came. She may turn out quite a nice girl yet."

"Wonders will never cease! Praise for Gipsy from Helen Roper!" gasped
Hetty to Lennie Chapman.

Gipsy, in her editorial capacity, wrote a most vivid report of the
bazaar for the _Juniors' Journal_, putting in a variety of grand words
and flowery turns of