Kirsty had been born north of the Tweed, and in moments of excitement her pretty Scottish burr asserted itself.
"It's verra kind of you to elect me," she began.

"I'm afraid I'm no hand at making speeches.

I preferr deeds to worrds.

We'll all put ourr shoulderrs to the wheel, and win forr the school, won't we?
I hope we'll have a splendid yearr!" At that she retired amidst rapturous applause.

Margaret again rang the bell for silence, and proceeded with the business of the meeting, which was to elect the officers for the various societies and guilds.