Now clear out, girls, because I'm dying to lay out the first edition schedule." "Charity's editor of the '_Glamour_,'" Peg said.

"The boys call it the '_Clamour_,' but we don't mind.

It used to be the '_Gleam_,' but we thought 'Glamour' carried more intensity with it.

Kit's going to dash off some little simple trifle in spare moments for us, aren't you?
Amy writes poetry, free verse.

Show them that bit you made up in Assembly." Amy took out a sheet of copy paper from her Ancient History, and read aloud: "Oh, wayward maid, Hast strayed Too far from native strand.
Lost in a maze, the savage gaze Becomes a frightened, spellbound gaze, By fond ambition fanned." "Sounds just like Pope, doesn't it ?" said Kit.