Do you mind putting ours down to come first ?" "Sorry, but I'm afraid it can't be done," yawned Rachel.

"Bertha has been up and bagged first innings.

I wrote it down, didn't I, Stella?
Where's that list?
Yes, here we are.

The juniors are to come first, because Miss Morgan has trained them and she thinks they'll get the fidgets if they wait, and it's better to have their performance over.
Then, of course, comes our stunt, and then the Transition." "Could we possibly have our half of the Transition stunt before yours?
It would make more variety." "Most certainly not!" Rachel's brow was puckered in a frown, and Sybil, from the depths of the rocking-chair, murmured, "Cheek!" "We've got the program all fixed up, and we're not going to change it for anybody," chirped Erica.
"Any one who isn't satisfied needn't act," endorsed Rachel, with such a very decided glance at the door that the two delegates could no longer obtrude their presence, and were obliged to beat an unwilling retreat.
They walked along the passage very dissatisfied with the result of their mission.
"We've got all the fag of painting these wretched programs, and gained nothing at all," groused Irene.
"They might have told us first about Bertha.

Isn't she an absolute Jacob--supplanting us like this ?" "Those seniors are _most_ unsympathetic.