Yet those kids need a champion.

There are several abuses among them that I've noticed myself." "Guess we've got to take it on then and 'champ'," murmured Delia.
"Poor little souls, it's a shame to steal their 'bikkies'; we'll have to stand over them and act as fairy godmothers," said Sheila.
Peachy bounced suddenly in her seat.
"Sheila Yonge, you've given me an idea--yes, an absolute brain-throb.
What the Camellia Buds ought to do is to turn the sorority into an Amalgamated Society of Fairy Godmothers, and each of us take over a junior to look after and act providence to.

It's what those kids are just aching for--only they mayn't know it.

What good are prefects to them except as bogies?
They skedaddle like lightning if they see so much as Rachel's shadow.

They each ought to have one older girl whom they can count on as a friend." "A kind of buddy ?" "Something of the sort, but more like a foster-mother." "I vote we ask them all to a candy party, and each adopt one," suggested Delia warmly.
"There are ten of us, and there are nineteen juniors," calculated Jess.
"How's it going to work out ?" "Why, some of us must take twins or even triplets," decreed Peachy.