They breathed more freely as they retired to the ante-room to make way for the babies who were to do skipping exercises to music.
"It's more awful to show off before Governors than I expected!" sighed Joyce.

"I'm just shivering!" "What'll you be at the rings, then ?" asked Bessie.
"Silence!" urged Miss Lever, who was in charge of the ante-room.
The strains of "Little Grey Home in the West" and the regular thud of small feet were wafted from the gymnasium.
"Don't you wish you were a kid again ?" whispered Joyce.
"No, I don't!" retorted Bessie, so imprudently loud that Miss Lever glared at her.
"It's horrid having to stay in here, where one can't see!" murmured Marjorie under her breath.
They knew by the music, however, what was taking place.

The juniors were doing wand exercises, the intermediates followed with clubs.
"Our turn again soon," whispered Winona.
Olave Parry, from a vantage post near the door, could see into the gymnasium, and report progress.

Her items of news passed in whispers down the ranks.

The babies had skipped like a row of cherubs, and the Governors were wreathed in smiles.