"Don"t you wish you may get it, that"s all!"
"Cheek!"
"Look here--clear out of our cla.s.sroom!"
"Not until I"ve asked a few questions," returned Gipsy firmly. "Is the developing machine the property of the Photographic Guild?"
"I suppose it is," grudgingly admitted Ada Dawkins.
"Then why aren"t all members allowed to use it?"
"Because we"re not going to have it spoilt by kids" meddlesome fingers.
That"s the reason, and a very good one too!"
"The Juniors pay their subscriptions as well as the Seniors, so they"ve a right to everything that"s the common property of the Guild,"
persisted Gipsy.
"No, they haven"t!" snapped Helen Roper, the head girl. "n.o.body but members of the Committee has a right to anything. If you think we"re going to let you Juniors come interfering, you"re just mistaken, and the sooner you undeceive yourselves the better."
"We only want our rights."
"Rights? You"ve got no rights! It"s privilege enough for you to be allowed to belong to the Guild at all."
"A great privilege to pay our shillings!"
"You"re allowed to vote, you know," put in Lena Morris, who possibly had heard a hint of what was brewing in the Lower School. "You can elect any of us as officers that you like, for any of the Guilds."
"And much good that is, when you all play into one another"s hands!"
burst out Gipsy. "Who gets the best parts in the Dramatic and the Musical, I should like to know? Who votes the prizes in the Sports?"
Helen Roper turned rather red. The difference in the qualities of the prizes offered to Seniors and Juniors in the last athletic contest had been so marked as to call forth comment from the mistresses.
"That"s nothing to do with it," she faltered rather lamely. "If you Juniors have any complaints to make, you must make them at the Annual Meeting."
"We"re going to," said Hetty Hanc.o.c.k grimly.
"Then in the meantime keep to your own quarters, and don"t intrude yourselves where you"ve no business," commanded Doreen Tristram angrily.
"Do you intend to take yourselves off peaceably, or must we eject you?"
"Thank you, we"ll go now. We"ve found out all we want to know, and it hardly reflects to your credit."
So saying, Gipsy and her confederates stalked away with what dignity they could muster.
Once outside the door they tore along the pa.s.sage and downstairs to the Junior dressing-room, where, collecting all available members of the Lower School, they promptly held an informal indignation meeting.
"Only what everyone expected!" said Dilys Fenton.
"Trust the Sixth not to give in a single inch!"
"They"ve been asked heaps of times before."
"Then it adds another nail to their coffin," declared Gipsy. "We"ve tried them fairly, and they"ve refused to act fairly. We"ll give them one more chance at the meeting to-morrow, and if they won"t accept our terms--then we"ll break loose and be off on our own. Are you all agreed to that?"
"Rather! We"ll stand no nonsense this time."
"Kids, indeed! We"ll show them what kids can do."
"They"ll get on pretty badly without the kids."
"We"ll soon let them find that out!"
If the Seniors had received any warning of what was in the wind, they did not take the matter seriously. From time immemorial the Juniors had always complained, and no notice had ever been taken of their complaints. As Juniors themselves the Sixth had grumbled at former head girls and monitresses, but now that they had reached the elect position of the top Form, they had reversed their old opinions. It had always been the tradition of Briarcroft that all authority should be vested in the Seniors, and they saw no reason why it should be changed. A mere outburst of temper on the part of a few Juniors was nothing: it had happened before, and would no doubt happen again; it was as much the province of Juniors to grumble as of Seniors to rule. But they reckoned without Gipsy. That any girl of her age should be capable of welding the shifting dissatisfaction of the Lower School into one solid ma.s.s of opposition had never occurred to them. So far no Junior had exercised any particular influence over her fellows; it had been each for herself, even in clamouring appeals for privileges, and the upper girls looked down on the "kids" as a noisy, selfish, troublesome crew, to be kept well under, and not worthy of very much consideration.
The Annual Meeting of the Guilds was to take place on Friday, 15 October, at three o"clock, in the lecture hall. It was held every year on the Friday nearest to the middle of October, and by old-established custom the last hour of the afternoon was allowed to be devoted to it.
The mistresses were never present, and the girls, under the superintendence of the monitresses, were permitted to make any arrangements they thought fit, so long as they did not interfere with the ordinary school rules. Though the meetings had begun in good faith, as representative a.s.semblies for all alike, they had degenerated into a merely formal statement of accounts by the Committee, which the general rank and file were expected to pa.s.s without comment, and an election of officers chosen almost entirely from the monitresses. There were favourites, of course, among the candidates, but their number was so limited that they did not even take the trouble to canva.s.s for votes, each one feeling nearly sure of being elected to fill one, if not more, of the numerous posts in the many Guilds. The Fifth, having secured certain privileges denied to Juniors, were content if a few of their number were chosen to supply minor vacancies, and rarely interfered with the main direction of affairs.
On the Friday afternoon, therefore, the Upper School strolled carelessly into the lecture hall, and took their seats with the air of having a perfunctory business to perform which they would be glad to get over.
The Juniors, on the other hand, were in a ferment of excitement: their opportunity had arrived, and they intended to make the most of it; even the youngsters of the First Form were grim in their determination to resist. The proceedings began in the ordinary time-honoured fashion.
Helen Roper read a report for the previous year, and a statement of accounts. The latter, having been audited by Miss Poppleton and found correct, was pa.s.sed without demur, and the head girl then went on to announce the list of candidates for the various offices. She rattled off the whole in a rather supercilious, casual manner, and she finished with the usual formula: "If any member of the Society has an objection to raise or a suggestion to make, kindly put it before the meeting now, that it may be discussed before the voting begins."
She paused for a moment with a bored air, expecting to hear the old grievances, and to squash them in the old summary fashion. The thing, to her, was a mere farce, to be gone through as speedily as possible. The eyes of all the Juniors were turned upon Gipsy, and Gipsy stood up.
"In the name of the whole of the Lower School I have an objection to raise and a suggestion to make," she began, in her clear, high-pitched voice. "We Juniors consider that we are unfairly treated in many ways in the Guilds, and we demand that a certain number of us should be eligible to serve on the Committee, to look after the rights of our own Forms."
Helen Roper stared at Gipsy as if she could hardly believe the evidence of her own ears, and the Seniors gasped with astonishment. The impudence of the proposal seemed to them beyond all bounds.
"I"m afraid it"s not exactly the province of Juniors to sit on the Committee," returned Helen, with a sarcastic smile. "You can hardly expect us to comply with that demand."
"Cheek!"
"Sit upon her!"
"We can"t allow this kind of thing!" murmured the indignant Seniors.
"A Guild is supposed to be formed for the common benefit of all concerned," continued Gipsy. "And I contend that every member who pays a subscription has a right to fair representation."
"Hear, hear!" shouted the Juniors.
"Well, you are represented. You can vote for any candidate you like,"
snapped Helen.
"But it is not fair representation when the candidates are obliged to be chosen from the ranks of the opposite camp. We want candidates of our own, to look after Lower School interests."
"We"ll have them too!" squeaked a shrill voice from the ranks of the Third Form.
"You"re not going to get it all your own way!" yelled another.
"We"re tired of tyranny."