It was now full of girls of all ages, some sitting, some standing, and some squatting on the floor.

Rachel Moseley, the owner of the long dark pigtail, seemed in a position of command, for she motioned Irene to a vacant chair, then rapped on the table with a ruler to ensure silence.

She had to tap not once but several times, and finally called: "When you've all done talking I'll begin." There was an instant hush at that, and, though a few faint snickers were heard, most of the audience composed itself decently to listen to the voice of authority.
"I've called this meeting," began Rachel, "because to-day an unusual thing has happened.

Three new girls have arrived, although the term is well under way.

By the rules of our society they must give some account of themselves, and we must explain what is required from them.