Ingred, on the outside of the enthusiastic circle, preserved a stony silence.

Her own camera was three years old, and she did not possess materials for oil-painting.

She thought it quite unnecessary for Verity to want to look at Bess's paraphernalia.

Verity, who was a kind-hearted little soul, perhaps divined the cause of her chum's glumness, for she came presently and took Ingred's arm.
"I've something to tell you, Ingred," she whispered.

"We are to have the election on Friday afternoon, and everybody's saying you'll be chosen warden for the form." "Don't suppose I've the remotest chance!" grunted Ingred gloomily.
"Nonsense! Don't be a blue-bottle! Cheery-ho! In my opinion you'll just have an easy walk over." With the removal into the new building, Miss Burd had instituted many innovations and changes.