You'll be a week of Sundays at this rate." "And I haven't touched my Latin or French!" sighed Fil dismally.

"I wish I could go to a school where there isn't any homework, and that somebody would invent a typewriter that would just spell the words ready-made when you press a button." "There's a fortune waiting for the man who does!" agreed Ingred.

"'The Royal-Road-to-Learning Typewriter: spells of itself.' It would sell by the million, I should think." Ingred washed her hands, plaited her hair, and put on her best brooch and her new bangle to attend the first meeting of the School Parliament.
The function was held in the Sixth Form room, which she thought slightly unfair, for the prefects, being on their own ground, felt a distinct advantage, and acted as hostesses.

There were four of them, so with the games captain they made a party of five from the Sixth, as opposed to six representatives of lower forms, a quite undue proportion in the opinion of the younger girls.

Whatever successes the intermediates might win later on, "The True Blues" had carried all before them so far, and had won the cup by an average at least a dozen marks in advance of "The Mermaids," who came second.