That's not our function.

There, you understand?
Hand the candy again, somebody.

There's another piece each all round at least, and if there are any over I'll throw them up and you shall scramble for them." The immediate effect of this mission of the Camellia Buds was a decided improvement in the conditions of the juniors.

Next morning, at lunch-time, a stern-faced contingent mounted guard over the biscuits, and when Bertha and Mabel, plainly bent on piracy, sauntered down the room, they were told certain unpalatable home truths, and ignominiously put to rout.
"Stop that instanter!" commanded Peachy.
"We're here to see fair play!" snarled Jess.
"Be content with your own portions!" flared Delia.
"Well, really! Who asked you to boss _us_ ?" retorted Bertha angrily.
"Nobody; but we're going to stop your mean tricks, so we give you warning.

You two are a disgrace to the Transition.