Somebody jogged Winona's elbow.

Her card slid from her grasp and fell on to the ground.

As she bent in the crush to pick it up, the ruddy-haired girl stooped on a like errand.
"Dropped mine too! Clumsy, isn't it ?" she laughed.

"Hope we've got our own! What was your number ?" "I hadn't time to look." "Well, I'm sure mine was eleven, so that's all right.

I wish you luck! Won't we just be glad when it's over, rather!" At the further end of the corridor was a door with a notice pinned on to it.