Joey was really glad when bedtime came. She was longing to get a bit of her own back. Noreen and Co. had taken her in, and made an utter fool of her over the tidying of the Lab and the putting on of the Head Girl's boots; but Joey wasn't going to sit down meekly under the treatment. She managed to plant herself just in front of Sybil, Barbara, and Noreen in the long procession; and before she went downstairs she had put out her towel, sponges, etc., where she could snatch them easily. The procession moved on; and she moved with it. She could hear Miss Conyngham's clear, mellow voice, "Good-night, Jacynth. Good-night, Mary. Good-night, Doron--oh, what about that tooth? Has it given you more trouble?" Block number one. Joey heard Syb's grumble behind. "Bother Doron's toothache--the water will be cold." Doron's toothache was much better, thank you; yes, the stuff had done it a lot of good; she wouldn't want any more, she thought. "Thank you, Miss Conyngham." Doron Westerby moved on; so did the procession. "Good-night, Sylvia. Good-night, Trixie. Good-night, Cecily. Good-night, Kathleen--any more news from home, dear?" Block number two. Joey wondered if Syb's exaggerated groan would be heard by Miss Conyngham; they were so near her now. Yes, Kathleen had heard from home, and Frankie was better. His temperature had gone down three degrees, thank you, Miss Conyngham. Kathleen was disposed of. "Good-night, Thelma. Good-night, Winifred. Good-night--oh, it's you, Jocelyn? Settled your things comfortably into the Blue Dormitory?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Conyngham." "That's right. Sleep well. Good-night, Jocelyn." The procession moved on. Joey was out of the Queen's Hall and on the stairs. Up them three steps at a time--the long legs at which Calgarloch stared amazed were certainly of use now. Behind her she heard Syb and Barbara disputing whose turn it was to have first bath. As the turn had to be remembered across the width of the holidays that was a difficult matter to decide. Joey chuckled inwardly; they really needn't worry themselves to remember. She plunged at the door of Blue Dorm and grabbed her things, including pyjamas and dressing-gown. Too late; the other three saw what she meant to do. "Here, you are last for the bathroom," Syb shouted. Joey dived across the passage and flung herself and her belongings into Bathroom 8. "I don't think!" she said succinctly, as she slammed the bolt home. Joey enjoyed her bath. She took as much hot water as she wanted, and didn't come out, whatever the bangings and objurgations outside the door, till she had been in the bath as long as she wished. Then at last she emerged, to face a furious trio waiting for her in Blue Dorm. Joey plumped down her armful of belongings on her bed. "I should hurry," she advised politely. "The tap was beginning to run cooler before I left."