A Torch-bearer mustn't shirk and break her pledge.
Oh, how I shall loathe it, hate it! Ulyth Stanton, do you realize what you're undertaking?
Your whole term's going to be spoilt." The big bell in the tower was clanging its summons to return, with short, impatient strokes.

Everybody joined hands in a circle round the ashes of the camp-fire, to sing in a low chant the good-night song of the League and "God Save the Queen".

Mr.Arnold, who had come to fetch his wife, was sounding his hooter as a signal on the drive.

The evening's fun was over.

Regretfully the girls collected cups, spoons, and kettle, and made their way back to the house.
On Sunday morning Ulyth, with a very red face, marched into the study, and announced: "Miss Bowes, I've been having a tussle.