Vivien seized the handle again, and rattled l.u.s.tily, but with no effect.
She thought she heard a noise like suppressed chuckling.
"_Will_ you unlock this door and let me out?"
"If we do, will you promise not to boss so hard again?"
"I shan"t promise anything of the sort!"
"Right oh! Ta-ta!"
The little wretches surely were not going?
"Here! Come back!" Vivien shouted.
She was allowed a moment or two for reflection, then the gruff voice again began to parley.
"Will you promise?"
"I shall do my duty as a monitress."
"But you won"t _exceed_ it?"
"All right!" rather sulkily.
"Honour bright, and no bunk.u.m?"
"I"ve told you so."
The bottom of the door did not fit closely to the step, and presently through this small aperture the key was pushed. There was a sound of pelting footsteps. By the time Vivien had managed to unlock the door, n.o.body was in sight. She had the wisdom not to report the matter at head-quarters. She knew that she had exceeded her authority in keeping the children in, and doubted whether Miss Kingsley would back her up. It was too humiliating an experience to relate to her fellow-monitresses, so she kept it to herself. She utterly ignored it when she met the members of Form II next morning. Several of them blushed so consciously that she easily guessed who had been the ringleaders, but she judged it discreet to take no more notice. The sinners, giggling over the joke among themselves, decided that they were now quits with Vivien.
CHAPTER IX
White Elephants
It was Patsie"s stroke of genius that originated the White Elephant Sale. The school was racking its brains to raise a little money for the Prisoners of War Fund, and had swept aside as impossible such schemes as a bazaar, a pound day, or self-denial boxes.
"Lily tried it on last term, and it was no go," said Vivien; "couldn"t make the kids sh.e.l.l out."
"Well, they _are_ only kids," qualified Nellie; "and, of course, they haven"t much pocket-money, so what can you expect?"
"We mustn"t aim too high," said Claire. "If we plan something too big we scare them, and they won"t do anything at all--say their mothers object, and all the rest of the usual excuses."
"Well, everyone _is_ rather fed up with appeals," admitted Audrey, lazily stretching her arms; "they come in by the dozen with the morning"s post."
"And are generally chucked into the waste-paper basket," commented Lorraine. "_That_ doesn"t help the prisoners of war. Suggestions, please, quick!"
"Best put an advertis.e.m.e.nt in the newspapers: "Wanted, a new way of raising money without taking it out of the pockets of subscribers!""
chuckled Dorothy.
"Look here!" said Lorraine. "Joking apart, I think everybody"s prepared either to give or spend just a little--even the kids. They"ve money enough for chalks, pencils, and all the rubbish they fill their pockets with."
"And swop in the cloak-room," added Claudia.
"Yes, they _do_ swop," exclaimed Patsie. "That"s exactly what they love beyond everything. Claudia Castleton, you"ve given me a brain wave!
We"ll have a "White Elephant" sale. Don"t look so staggered! A "white elephant" is a thing you don"t want yourself, but which someone else might like very much. We must all of us have got heaps of such things at home. Well, we"ll bring them to school, and let them go as bargains--cheap. They ought to go like wildfire, and if there are any left, we"ll have an auction. It would be prime fun!"
"Patsie Sullivan, I should like to shake hands with you!" declared Lorraine. "When women go into Parliament, I believe you"ll become a distinguished member of the House of Commons! Brains like yours ought to be devoted to the service of their country!"
"I think it _is_ rather a cute idea," admitted Patsie modestly.
"We"ll get to work upon it at once."
The next day, Lorraine pinned up in the cloak-room a large hand-printed poster which ran as follows:
WHAT PRICE WHITE ELEPHANTS?
Have you anything at home you don"t want?
Then bring it to the school and sell it!
Do you wish to buy nice things cheap?
Come to our WHITE ELEPHANT SALE!
Bargains will be flying!
You will go home all smiles!
Remember, everything you buy helps to feed a British Prisoner of War!
"Flatter myself it"s rather telling!" she confessed, as she watched the juniors crowd round to look. "There"s nothing like a bargain to appeal to people!"
"I reckon it"s going to catch on!" chuckled Patsie.
It did catch on. The juniors decided that the idea was "topping", and readily promised contributions.
"We shall want cash too," Lorraine reminded them. "Remember, you"ve to buy somebody else"s things as well as give your own."
"Right you are! We"ll make a half-crown league, if you like."
"Oh, I wouldn"t do that! It might be rough on some of the kids. Give what you can, that"s all."
The next step in the proceedings was to hunt at home for white elephants. Lorraine and Monica turned out drawers and cupboards in search of any articles with which they could dispense.
"It"s not a rummage sale, so we mustn"t send rubbish," decreed Lorraine.
"It"s got to be something somebody will take a fancy to. I wonder if Rosemary wants this book of songs? I believe Vivien would buy them."
"Then put them in the sale and ask Rosemary afterwards," counselled Monica, rapidly running through the contents of an Indian box, and contributing two chains of Eastern beads and some bangles. "I"ve a pile of old story books I"ve done with. I expect those First Form kids would like them. And I"ve some chalks and a drawing slate."