"Though how I'm to do it when she insists on forcing those absurd baby songs upon us, I can't tell. Stop! I've an idea. Oh, I don't know whether I can, but I mean to have a jolly good try! No time like the present. I've half an hour before tea." And furnishing herself with pencil and paper, she ran up to her attic, and was soon puckering her brows in the agonies of composition. As the result of that and several other half-hours of work, she covered two pages of foolscap; then, seeking out Miss Edith, she unfolded her scheme and begged for help. "I'm afraid you'll think it fearful cheek of me," she began, "but you see the trouble at present in the singing class is that we all abominate those silly little songs. They really sound foolish for girls of our age. Of course Fraeulein's composed them herself, and the tunes are very nice. Do you think she'd mind changing the words? It wouldn't matter to her what we were singing so long as the music was the same, would it? But it would make all the difference to us. I made up a few verses that go with the tunes just as well. They're here, if you don't mind looking at them," and Gipsy modestly unfolded her manuscript. "This one's instead of "'Old hare's little son Is up to good fun.' I've called it 'The End of the Term' "'Now classes are done And vacation's begun, Of fun and of leisure We'll have our full measure. For it's hip, hip, hooray For a long holiday! "'So to lessons goodbye, While to pleasure we fly. No rules now need bind us, All care's cast behind us. For it's hip, hip, hooray For a long holiday!'" Then there's one instead of that dreadful "'Little Freddie had run to his nurse, Because his poor headache was worse,'" continued Gipsy. "I've called it 'Briarcroft'. "'There's a school near the edge of the fell, That all of us girls know full well, For at Briarcroft Hall There's a place for us all, And the tale of its fame we would tell. _Chorus_ "'So hurrah! for the dear old School! We'll make it a general rule That we Briarcroft-ites Shall stand up for its rights, And be true to the dear old School! "'There are teachers we love and revere, And customs and ways we hold dear. Give a clap for each one, And a cheer when you've done, For all who have worked with us here. _Chorus_ "'So hurrah! for the dear old School! We'll make it a general rule That we Briarcroft-ites Shall stand up for its rights, And be true to the dear old School!'" "Very creditable, Gipsy. Really not at all bad," commented Miss Edith.