She submitted them gleefully to the assembled girls, after French class.

Much to her surprise about half of the form demurred.
"We're going to do something of our own," announced Bertha airily.

"We don't want your stunt." "Of our own?
What d'you mean ?" asked Peachy, her gray eyes snapping.
"I mean what I say.

Some of us have arranged a little private performance--we're going to keep it to ourselves." "And leave out the rest of us ?" "You can have one of your own." "Well, I like that!" flamed Peachy.

"You're dividing the form into two stunts.