"No. I've got it!" exclaimed Hilary. "One of those puzzle thingummies. Little Red Riding Hood walking through the wood. Find the wolf." "Don't talk rot," said the artist again. "You know it isn't any of those things." "But seriously, France," argued Hilary, "it's like nothing on earth that I've seen, anyway." "Of course it isn't," said France, impatiently. "You see, it's upside-down. It's a new idea; to paint a picture upside-down so that you can visualize upside-down. Don't you understand?" "Well, who on earth wants to visualize upside-down?" "Turn it up," said Duane, "so that we can see what it's meant to be." France did so. They all gazed at it in silence, till at last Margaret said hesitatingly: "Don't--don't you think you've got it a bit mixed up, France, and the--the other way was the right way up after all? That looked more as if it might be something than--than this does." The artist's face was a study of mingled feelings. Everybody burst into a roar of laughter, so that in the noise nobody heard the sound of a knock, or became aware of Paddy's entry until they heard her voice behind them. "I say, is this France's upside-down picture? Why couldn't you stand on your heads and look at it, instead of turning it round? 'Twould seem more worth-while painting it, if you did that." Kitty could no longer hold herself modestly in the background, as became a new girl. "Let's try," she cried excitedly, and proceeded to balance herself on her hands, feet in the air. Of course, Paddy tried to follow her example, till the indignant artist tumbled her over with a sounding thump. When the confusion had somewhat subsided Duane wanted to know what Paddy was doing "trespassing on hallowed ground." "How unkind it is of you, Duane," said Paddy, reproachfully, "when I'm saving you a little journey. Salome's sent over a copy of the rules you head prefects drew up at the meeting." "Same old rules, I suppose?" inquired Bertha. "Oh yes," said Duane, carelessly. "They're practically unaltered, needless to say." "Still," put in Paddy, "as you've a new girl here, I'd better read them out for her benefit." "You can if you like," returned Duane, indifferently, but with a faint smile twitching the corner of her mouth. She knew Paddy of old. So Paddy picked up the paper, cleared her throat and began: "No. 1.--No junior is allowed blacking on her boots more than once a month. "No. 2.--Juniors must wash at least once a day. "No. 3.--Only members of house elevens allowed to wear carpet slippers at hockey. "No. 4.--Juniors must shut their eyes properly at grace, but seniors can keep theirs open to see the juniors don't. "No. 5.--Only members of the school first elevens allowed to wear their sports blazers unbuttoned. "No. 6.--Only girls with gym colours allowed to slide down the banisters. "No. 7.----" "Here, stow it," interrupted Hilary, laughing. "I should think Kitty is of the opinion that that's enough for one go."