"Whatever have we been and gone and done now?" murmured Verity. "Is music taboo?" asked Ingred guiltily, slipping away from the piano. The errand of the prefects, however, was evidently one of conciliation, and not of reproof. They were smiling, and looking amiability itself. "We thought, as you've got a piano in your room," began Lilias Ashby, "that we might as well come and join you, if you don't mind. Janie's got a book of songs with her." "Oh, by all means, of course!" replied VA. politely and unanimously. "We're just having a sort of concert, you know." "Sure you don't mind?" "Not a bit of it!" "Right-o! Run and tell Janie then, Susie, and ask her to bring the others." An invasion from the Sixth was indeed an unwonted honor, which probably nothing short of a piano would have accomplished. The hostesses, somewhat overwhelmed, seated the distinguished guests to the best of their ability in the rather limited accommodation, and hospitably passed round their few remaining pieces of chocolate. "We'll leave the door open, please," said Lispeth, "because I promised Miss Burd not to let those intermediates get too outrageous, and I have to listen out for them." Janie Potter, with her book of songs, was pushed forward, and began to entertain the company with popular selections of the day, to which they chanted the choruses. She had a good clear voice, and the audience joined with enthusiasm in the various ditties. The clapping which followed was continued down the landing, and, through the open door, peered the interested faces of most of the members of VB. who had come to share the fun. "May we butt in?" they asked hopefully. "Not a square inch of room for you," answered Lispeth, "but you may squat in the corridor outside if you like. Anybody who performs can join the show, but that's all. I'll tell you when it's your turn. It's VA. next. Now then," (turning to the hostesses), "who else can do anything? Francie Hall, come along at once!" "I can't! I can't!" objected Francie. "So it's no use asking me; it isn't indeed! I'll tell you what--Bess Haselford plays the violin, and, what's more, she's got it with her, for I saw her put it away in the dressing-room." "O-O-Oh! It was my lesson with Signor Chianti this afternoon, that's why I had to bring it!" said Bess, turning red. "Go and fetch it, Francie!" ordered Lispeth. "You know where it is." Francie returned in a short time, and handed the neat leather case to its owner. Bess, looking flustered and nervous, drew out the violin, and began to tune it. "I've brought your music too!" said Francie, triumphantly opening a folio, "so you've no excuse for saying you can't remember anything. Who'll play your accompaniment? Here, Ingred!" "Oh! somebody else would do it far better," protested Ingred. "Janie----" "I'm no reader." "Lilas?" "Couldn't to save my life!" "Go ahead, Ingred, and don't waste time!" said Lispeth firmly.