"Members of Parliament always make speeches to their constituents.

Here, take the Snark's desk as your thingumgig--rostrum, or whatever it's called, and begin your jaw-wag!" "Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears!" squeaked Kitty Saunders.
Pushed forward by a dozen hands, Ingred found herself occupying the mistress's place, and, facing her audience, made a valiant attempt at oratory.

With cheeks aglow, and dark eyes shining like stars, she looked an attractive little figure, and a bright and suitable leader for the form.
"I can't really think why you should have chosen me," she began ("don't be too modest!" yelled a voice from the back), "but as you _have_ made me your warden, I'll take care that all our grievances are very well aired at the School Council." ("You'll have your work cut out!" interrupted Francie.) "Of course I know it won't all be plain sailing, and that the Sixth need a great deal of sticking up to over many matters." ("That's so!" came from the front desk.) "But perhaps they'll be prepared to talk things over now, and make some concessions." ("Time they did!") "At any rate, I shall be able to tell them what you all think" ("Flattering for them!"), "and to make things as smooth as possible for VA.

Now, as I'm warden, may I propose that we have some fun before we go?
Shall we have music, or games?
Hands up for an Emergency Concert!" "A very neat way of getting out of further speechifying!" said Verity, as by general consent the concert carried the day; "but you shall open it yourself, Madam Warden, so I warn you! You're not going to be let off, don't you think it! Silence! Ladies and gentlemen, the first item on the program will be a piano solo by Miss Ingred Saxon, the celebrated musical star, brought over at enormous expense, on purpose for this occasion." "You blighter!" murmured Ingred, as the prospective audience shouted "Hear! Hear!" "Not a bit of it!" purred Verity.

"I guess we'll take sparks out of the Sixth and everybody else." VA.