I was afraid we'd left
the satchel. Yes," (to the chauffeur) "we're quite ready now, thanks!
Ta-ta, Merle! Good luck to you! We're off!"
Merle, looking after the retreating car, was joined by Aubrey Simpson,
rather injured, and disconsolate.
"I didn't know all these new girls were to have votes," she grumbled.
"How can _they_ choose a monitress when they don't know anybody!
It's rather humbug, isn't it?"
"They know _me_" perked Merle.
"Did you canvass them? Oh, how mean!"
"Why mean? You could have done it yourself. Muriel was canvassing among
the juniors as hard as she could go."
"I might have canvassed among the new boarders! Why didn't I think of
it?" wailed Aubrey.
"Well, really, it's your own stupid fault! Don't blame me!" snapped
Merle.
"Iva and Nesta said they didn't mean to ask for votes."
"Well, they'd no need to. They were both jolly certain that Miss Pollard
would make them monitresses. It's easy to talk loftily when you're sure
of your innings."
"Did Mavis canvass?"
"No--but then, of course, Mavis wouldn't!"
"Why not?"
"Oh--because she's Mavis! I can't see her doing it somehow.
Pages:
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45