"That's logic and mathematics and all the rest of it, too!" "Right you are! That's a more cheering creed! It doesn't do to cry 'Miserere me' too soon!" chirped a jolly-looking dark-eyed girl with a red hair-ribbon.

"'Never say die till you're dead,' is my motto!" "I'm wearing a swastika for a mascot," said a short, pale girl, exhibiting her charm, which hung from a chain round her neck.

"I never am lucky, so I thought I'd try what this would do for me for once.

I know English history beautifully down to the end of Queen Anne, and no further, and if they set any questions on the Georges I'll be stumped." "I've learnt Africa, but Asia would floor me!" observed another, looking up from a geography book, in which she was making a last desperate clutch at likely items of knowledge.

"I never can remember which side of India Madras is on; I get it hopelessly mixed with Bombay." "I wish to goodness they'd go ahead and begin," mourned the owner of the red hair-ribbon.