Patty, who had no talent for poetry, was immensely impressed by these lines. She showed them to everybody in the class, and Ethel's work was much admired until it was entirely eclipsed by a contribution from Jean Bannerman. Jean had drawn a funny picture of a kitten with a pile of books under its arm. She had copied it from a magazine, but the verse which she wrote under it was her own composition. She called it: AN ENTHUSIAST Her head well stored with copious knowledge, Miss Fluffy Purrem goes to College, Secure that never yet she's failed. Her subjects will not be _cur_tailed: On _cat_acombs she'll wax ecstatic, Yet much objects to be _dog_matic. She's great on ornithology, And also on astrology; She lets the Dog Star go astray, But revels in the _Milky Way_. She claims the _Manx_ to be a nation, And holds strong views about cre(a)mation; At _Mew_nham they declare she's sure A first-class try_puss_ to secure. This delighted the girls, because the kitten's face really looked a little like Patty's, which was round too, and what Jean described as "purry",--"that's to say, looking pleased at everything, as if she were purring," she explained. Enid had reserved her efforts until the last, and her page in the album was considered the very best of all. It was headed by a picture which was a curious notion of her own. When glanced at casually it might be taken for a sketch of a crocodile, but when examined closely it showed that the body was made up of girls walking along two and two, the smaller ones tapering down in height, and vanishing in the distance to form the tail. Though the details were not particularly well drawn, the whole effect was wonderfully good, and as "crocodiling" was the popular term at The Priory for walking two and two, the idea was most appropriate. Enid described it in the accompanying verses: THE BALLAD OF THE SWEET CROCODILE Oh! haven't you heard of the sweet crocodile? It lives in the mud on the banks of the Nile. 'Neath the tropical sunshine it sits with a smile, And feeds on the niggers who live by the Nile. Oh, the sweet crocodile! The sweet crocodile! It lives in the mud on the banks of the Nile. But if you must live in this cold British isle, It's not often you'll meet with the sweet crocodile. The specimens here are as far as they're few, And we treasure them carefully up in the Zoo. Oh, the sweet crocodile! The sweet crocodile! It doesn't thrive well in this cold British isle. Yet if about Morton you'll walk for a mile, You may see an uncommonly sweet crocodile. It looks very neat, with its trim little feet, And the people all smile when the creature they meet. Oh, the sweet crocodile! The sweet crocodile! It walks about Morton for many a mile.