She hated Bess for having brought them to school, quite irrespective of the fact that she would have done exactly the same in her place, had she been fortunate enough to have the opportunity.

Bess, looking shy, and anxious to evade the thanks that poured in upon her, bundled the hamper away under the desk again, and made a palpable effort to change the subject.
"What about this election ?" she asked.

"Time's getting on.

It's after half-past four." "Good night! Have we been all that time feeding?
Here, girls, if you've _quite_ finished, let's get to business," said Avis, rapping on her desk as a signal for silence, and constituting herself spokeswoman for the occasion.

"You know what we've met here for--to choose a warden to represent us on the School Council.