Miss
Pollard, urged on by Miss Mitchell, contemplated inviting parents and
friends to a formal Speech Day, an affair upon which she had never
ventured before. Unless the hut was ready it would be impossible to
accommodate so many people, so she hurried on the work and hoped for the
best. It was a great amusement to her pupils to watch the various parts
being fitted together, and to see the corrugated iron roof fastened on.
They rejoiced immensely when at last a flag floated from the top.
"Mr. Perkins says he can undertake to have all perfectly ready by the
25th. I can send out my invitations now!" purred Miss Pollard.
Before Speech Day, however, must come the inevitable examinations.
Everybody felt they were much more wearing in July than at Christmas or
Easter, owing to the heat, and also to the fact that they covered the
work of the whole school year, and not merely that of a single term.
Mavis did her utmost but had to struggle with bad headaches, and realised
that she had not done herself justice.
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