It was quite friendly rivalry when I was at school, and the girls with whom I competed were my dearest chums.
I believe my new system here is going to unite both methods.

Every girl will work for herself, but her marks will also count for her form, and if she slacks, and so pulls down the standard, I hope her companions will give her as bad a time as they do to a 'butter-fingers' at cricket, and that's saying something!" The idea of each form constituting a club appealed to the school.

It was far more interesting to be "Amazons" or "Cuckoos" than merely VB.

or IIIB., and as awards were to be according to averages, it was thrilling to feel that girls of twelve could wrest away the silver cup from the hands of the very prefects themselves.
"It makes it just like playing a game!" declared Ida Brooke.
"Yes, a sort of tug-of-war when everybody's got to pull, and mustn't let go!" added Cissie Barnes, "Do you remember playing 'Oranges and Lemons' once with the Sixth?
_We_ all held on to each others' waists like grim death, and Janie Potter gave way and broke their chain, so we won!" "We'll beat them again, too! I'd like to see that cup on our mantelpiece!" "The Pioneers," otherwise VA., were as anxious as any of the other forms to carry off laurels.

Even Fil, much under protest, really made quite an effort to work.
"You ought to help me with my exercises, though, Ingred," she wheedled.
"Remember, it's for the benefit of the form.