Fay and her
confederates retired to a secluded part of the garden and began to let
off squibs and crackers, the sound therefrom drawing an interested and
excited little crowd, who hopped about squealing at the explosions, and
were immensely thrilled at the audacity of such a performance on school
premises.
"They're great!"
"Hold me down, or I'll fly off in sparks!"
"Fay, you are the limit!"
"It's a brainy notion!"
"Wow! Don't set me on fire!"
"Goody! Here's Miss Fanny coming!"
It was a decidedly wrathful Miss Fanny who descended upon them, and
promptly confiscated the few fireworks that were left.
"Most dangerous!" she remarked indignantly. "You might easily, some of
you, have been burnt. Really, Fay, I'm surprised. A girl in the Fifth
form ought to know better. Go back all of you at once. And don't let such
a thing ever happen again!"
The confederates had been lucky enough to have almost finished their
display before Miss Fanny appeared on the scene, so they bore the loss of
the last three squibs with equanimity.
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