Empty those ink-pots out on to that tray, and, Winnie, fetch the ink-bottle out of the cupboard and refill them.

This senseless proceeding has wasted a large part of your examination time, but I shall make no excuse for it.

Your papers will be marked as if you had begun at nine o'clock." With Miss Bickford on the war-path no one dared to say a single word, but at mid-morning interval the injured Camellia Buds snatched their biscuits, and fled to their grotto in the garden to hold an indignation meeting.

Here they talked fast and freely.
"It's a jolly shame!" "_Most_ unfair!" "Poor old Peachy!" "Who did it ?" "Why, Mabel, of course!" "Or Bertha ?" "One or other of them!" "Miss Bickford has noticed their cheating!" "Yes, and puts it off on to us all!" "I like that!" "It's so gloriously fair, isn't it ?" "She may say she's not blind, but she's an absolute cat!" "What's to be done about it ?" "Those Stars won't ever tell!" "Trust them to screen themselves!" "Oh, it's _too_ bad!" Letting off steam, though comforting to their feelings, did not bring them any nearer to a solution of their problem.

The unpleasant fact remained that the rival sorority had played an abominable trick, and that the blame at present rested upon Peachy.