"I see your point," said Bessie. "Yes, we could beg for the Convalescent Home when we couldn't ask for contributions for a personal testimonial to Miss Roscoe. But this would please her far more. A Rodenhurst Cot! She'd love it!" "If each girl in the school could collect five shillings," continued Gwen, "that would be over seventy-five pounds. Then suppose on anniversary day we had a grand gymkhana, and charged a shilling admission. Surely every girl could persuade two people to come, which would make at least six hundred guests. Six hundred shillings mean thirty pounds, so there you are!" "We could have tea extra and perhaps sell flowers," added Olga Hunter, as an amendment "I'm willing to second the proposal." "It certainly sounds feasible on these lines. We might even raise more than the hundred pounds," said Bessie. "In that case we could add a personal testimonial to Miss Roscoe." "Hear! Hear!" shouted several. "Put the motion in due form, Gwen." "I beg to propose that in order to celebrate the tenth year of Miss Roscoe's headmistress-ship, and the seventeenth anniversary of the school, we should endeavour to collect L100 to found a Rodenhurst cot in the Convalescent Home," proclaimed Gwen. "And I beg to second that proposal," said Olga Hunter enthusiastically. "All in favour please signify!" murmured Chairman Bessie. Such a chorus of "Aye!" came in response that the motion was carried unanimously, and nothing remained but to discuss details. "We shall have to let the Juniors know about it, and start them collecting," said Natalie Preston. "We'd better each collect as much as possible in our own district or parish," suggested Gwen. "Lesbia and I, for instance, can undertake Skelwick. I'm sure some of the people there would give towards a cot." "Then we'll have cards or books to enter the amounts?" "Of course." "What about the gymkhana?" "We must appoint a special committee to arrange a programme and competitions, and ask people if they'll offer prizes." "I vote we appoint the prefects, then, as a committee." "Right-o!"