"If you need a knob for each, your typewriter will have to be the size of a church organ.

It'll want a room to itself!" "Oh, but think of the convenience of it! No more hunting in the dictionary!" declared Fil.
To add to the aggravations of the new term the weather was doubtful, and seemed to take a spiteful pleasure in being particularly wet on hockey afternoons.

Day after day, disappointed girls would watch the streaming rain and lament the lack of practice.

To give them some form of exercise they were assembled in the gymnasium, and held rival displays of Indian clubs, Morris dancing, or even skipping.

"The True Blues" excelled at high jumping, "The Pioneers" at certain rigid balancing feats, "The Old Brigade" were great at vaulting, and "The Amazons" and "The Mermaids" performed marvels in the way of Swedish Boom exercises.
Still, everybody agreed that though the contests were fun in their way they were not hockey, and the girls would much have preferred the playing-fields, however wet, to the gymnasium.
The girls in the hostel had the hour between four and five o'clock at their own disposal.