her, was a mere farce, to be gone through as speedily as possible. The
eyes of all the Juniors were turned upon Gipsy, and Gipsy stood up.

"In the name of the whole of the Lower School I have an objection to
raise and a suggestion to make," she began, in her clear, high-pitched
voice. "We Juniors consider that we are unfairly treated in many ways in
the Guilds, and we demand that a certain number of us should be eligible
to serve on the Committee, to look after the rights of our own Forms."

Helen Roper stared at Gipsy as if she could hardly believe the evidence
of her own ears, and the Seniors gasped with astonishment. The impudence
of the proposal seemed to them beyond all bounds.

"I'm afraid it's not exactly the province of Juniors to sit on the
Committee," returned Helen, with a sarcastic smile. "You can hardly
expect us to comply with that demand."

"Cheek!"

"Sit upon her!"

"We can't allow this kind of thing!" murmured the indignant Seniors.

"A Guild is supposed to be formed for the common benefit of all
concerned," continued Gipsy. "And I contend that every member who pays a
subscription has a right to fair representation."

"Hear, hear!" shouted the Juniors.

"Well, you are represented. You can vote for any candidate you like,"
snapped Helen.

"But it is not fair representation when the candidates are obliged to be
chosen from the ranks of the opposite camp. We want candidates of our
own, to look after Lower School interests."

"We'll have them too!" squeaked a shrill voice from the ranks of the
Third Form.

"You're not going to get it all your own way!" yelled another.

"We're tired of tyranny."

"Order! Order!" commanded Helen; then, turning to her fellow
monitresses, she held a brief whispered consultation.

"Stop it at once!" "Put it down firmly!" "Don't stand any nonsense from
them!" "Show them who are their betters," was the hasty advice given,
and she turned again to the excited Juniors.

"What you ask is impossible," she said imperiously. "The Guilds have
gone on very well in the past, and they'll go on very well in the
future. We promise that the interests of the Juniors shall be looked
after, but the general management must remain as before. You can sit
down, Gipsy Latimer."

But Gipsy did not sit down.

"I've made a fair request, and you've refused it," she continued calmly.
"All that remains for me to do now is to appeal to the whole school. We
Juniors have held a meeting a