Let's find a confectioner's and each buy a bun before we go." Both Beatrice and Ingred felt that they required fortifying before they started for home, so they dived into the nearest pastry-cook's and demanded buns.

They were eating them rather hastily, when Linda Slater entered the shop in company with a gentleman, evidently her father.

She hailed her class-mates, and at once began to talk over the match and rejoice at the school victory.
"Who says we're no good at games now?
This has sent up our credit ten per cent! I'm proud of the Coll.!" "Blossom was A1," exulted Verity.
"And Janie was simply ripping.

Dad thought no end of her.

Didn't you, Dad ?" "Well, I'm glad we made something of a record," admitted Ingred.
"I say," declared Beatrice, hastily finishing her bun, "if that clock's right, we must bolt for our train." "As a matter of fact, it's one minute slow," exclaimed Linda, consulting her watch.