There's a rival one in the Transition.

I rather fancy they've snapped up Mabel already.

I gave Winnie a hint she wasn't to tackle _you_, because you'd come to school with an introduction to _me_, so I ought to have first innings.

The prefects have a sorority all to themselves, and the seniors have one, and as for the juniors, silly little things, they're as transparent as glass, with their signaling and their grips and their cypher letters.
Any one can see through them with half an eye.

But we're wasting time.
We've got to fix you up with a buddy, and we must be quick before the bell rings." "May we choose ?" asked Irene, and her eyes fell longingly on Peachy.
"No, we mayn't!" said President Agnes firmly.