"You have my full sanction, and you may tell them so.
We'll see how it succeeds."
It was something to have leave from headquarters. Merle hurried away and
lost no time in collecting the junior boarders, who came to her meeting
out of sheer curiosity to see what she could possibly want with them. For
once blunt plain-spoken Merle was silver-tongued, and advocated her club
with all the ingenuity of which she was capable.
"A school is no good if it depends entirely on its elder girls," she said
artfully. "In a year or two they'll have left, and it's the middle forms
who'll be at the top. If those middle forms will only begin and train
themselves _now_, they'll be champions by the time they reach the
Sixth, and there'd be some sense in making fixtures for tennis and
cricket. It generally takes a school years before it begins to win
matches. Why? Because it must train its champions, of course. You"
(nodding at the Cabal) "are the sort who ought to win cups and shields
for 'The Moorings' in another four years or so.
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