"Will anyone who has contributions kindly bring them to me by the end of the week?" she announced one day at "break". "Why should we bring them to _you_?" asked Annie Broadside, with a glint of battle in her blue eyes. Adah's manner at once stiffened into the peculiar mixture of firmness and patronage which she deemed it desirable to adopt towards day girls. "Why? What a question to ask! So that they can be put on the stall, of course." "Thanks! But we'd rather arrange them for ourselves." "You can't do that. The boarders always arrange the bazaar." "But why, when _we_ make the things, should _you_ take them all and arrange them? They're not _your_ work!" Annie certainly had a most aggravating habit of asking questions. Adah coloured with annoyance. "I'm a prefect, you see!" she shuffled. "There were no prefects last year, and you quote what you've always done as your authority." "Well, really, the few things the day girls have brought have never mattered much before. I'll keep a space for you, if you're so particular, and you can arrange them as you like, as long as you don't spoil the general look of the stall," conceded Adah, with a show of magnanimity. "Thanks _so_ much, your Majesty! It's really most kind of you to keep a little room for our poor contribution!" curtsied Annie, with mock gratitude. When the prefect's back was turned, she fizzed over to a sympathetic and outraged circle. Adah's disdainful condescension was more than could be brooked. "The boarders have always had _the_ stall, and the day girls have humbly helped!" said Gladys witheringly. "How delightful for us!" "They're to be the patricians, and we the plebeians!" "They expect us to dust their very boots!" "Look here," said Annie, "things are really getting beyond the limit. I vote we get up a deputation, and go to Miss Thompson about this." "What a brain wave!" Miss Thompson listened, attentive and rather astonished, while the deputation, very shy and red-faced, blurted out their request. She tapped her desk thoughtfully with her fountain-pen, as if some new and disturbing idea had suddenly risen on her horizon. "Certainly there will be ample room for two stalls, and if the day girls want to have one to themselves, I can see no objection. Arrange it just as you like, and bring your own decorations. Yes, you may have a variety entertainment in one of the schoolrooms, and charge admission, if you wish. It will make extra money." "You'll excuse our coming and asking?" apologized Gladys. "I'm always ready to hear you, and to make any concessions that are for the good of the school," replied Miss Thompson, gazing at the delegates as if they provided her with considerable food for thought. The deputation departed, feeling that they had scored their first real triumph.