Phyllis Chantrey had my book to correct, and her writing and mine are such opposite poles, we daren't try it on." "Try what on ?" asked Ulyth, pausing with the brush in her hand.
"Why, the exchange dodge, you know." "I don't know." "Don't you take dictation in V B?
Well, in our form we get it twice a week, and Miss Lodge makes us correct each other's books.

We make it up to try and exchange with a girl whose writing's pretty like one's own; then, you see, we can alter things neatly, and allow full marks.

It generally works, but it didn't yesterday." Ulyth's face was a study.
"You mean to tell me you correct each other's mistakes!" "Why not ?" said Rona, not the least abashed.

"Miss Lodge never finds out." Ulyth collapsed into a chair.

What was she to do with such a girl?
"Don't you know it's the most atrocious cheating ?" "Is it?
Why, the whole form does it," returned the Cuckoo unconcernedly.
"Then they're abominable little wretches, and don't deserve to be candidates for the Camp-fire League.