A whole term of dreary grind, and only a fortnight's holiday at the end of it.

Miss Gordon gives the _stingiest_ holidays.

If my fairy godmother could appear and grant me a wish I should choose never, never, _never_ to see St.Osmund's College in all my life again.

I'd ask her to wave her magic wand and transport me over the sea." Irene spoke hotly, flinging books about with scant regard for their covers.

Her slim hands were dusty, and her short, yellow hair as ruffled as her temper.