Possibly the prefects were annoyed at being disturbed in the midst of what they were doing.
Peachy, however, ignored Rachel's tone, and putting on her most winning smile inquired: "We wonder if you're painting any program covers for the carnival ?" Rachel lolled back in her chair and retied the bow that terminated her long dark pigtail.
"Perhaps we are and perhaps we aren't," was her somewhat cryptic reply.
"The matter's in our hands entirely, of course," cooed Sybil, rocking to and fro on a cane _sedia_.
"I know," put in Irene, trying to be tactful.

"We only thought that perhaps you might care to have a little help.

Some of us would be ready to paint a few if you like." This put a different complexion on the case.

The seniors, always bristling for their privileges, resented idle curiosity--on the part of the Transition.

But an offer of help was another matter.
"There certainly is a great number to be done," said Erica, with a beseeching look at Rachel.
The head girl thawed a little.
"Well, we shouldn't mind your taking a few off our hands," she conceded.
"Half a dozen?
Sybil, will you get those programs out of my drawer?
Put anything you like on them--flowers, birds, figures, or landscapes.