"You see, they really take such ages, and Miss Strong was getting raggy about my prep." "You _might_ make me one for my birthday!" begged Evie.
"Certainly not! Those that ask shan't have!" "Well, couldn't you do some during the Christmas holidays ?" "No, I can't and shan't!" snapped Fil.

"I'm sick to death of making booklets, and I'm not going to touch one of them during the holidays.
You seem to think I've nothing else to do except cut bits out of magazines for your benefit!" "There! There! Poor old sport! Don't get baity!" "You shouldn't do them so jolly well, and then you wouldn't get asked!" _The_ stall occupied a position of importance at the end of the lecture hall, and the rest of the exhibits were put round on trestle tables.
They were what Ingred described as "a mixed lot." Some of the animals were bulgy in their proportions, or shaky in their cardboard limbs, the wheels of the carts did not quite correspond, the windmills were apt to stick, or the puzzles would not quite fit.

In spite of their imperfections, however, they looked attractive, and would, no doubt, give great pleasure to the little people who were to receive them, and who were hardly likely to be very critical of their workmanship.
To make the afternoon more festive, there was to be a tea stall, to which the girls brought contributions of cakes, and music was to be given from the platform, so that the scene might resemble a cafe chantant.

Ingred had been chosen as one of the artistes, and arrayed in her best brown velveteen dress, with a new pale-yellow hair ribbon, she waited about in her usual agonies of stage fright.

Learning from Dr.
Linton, however improving it might be to her touch, was hardly conducive to self-complacency, and, after having suffered much vituperation for her imperfect rendering of a piece, it was decidedly appalling to have to play it in public, especially with the horrible possibility that at any moment her master might happen to pop in to view the exhibition and arrive in time for her performance.
"I shall have forty fits if I see him in the room, I know I shall!" she confided to Fil.