We must manage somehow." "We certainly can't disappoint them!" "Not after all this fuss." The back of the summer-house, as being a particularly retired and secluded spot, was chosen as the rendezvous, and when the nineteen juniors, interested and appreciative, came fluttering up the garden, they were met by scouts, conducted round, commanded to squat in a circle on the ground, and requested to make less noise.
"D'you want the whole of the school to butt in ?" warned Jess.

"Then keep quiet, can't you?
Much taffy you'll get if Rachel catches us.

Your only chance is to lie low, you little sillies." "Rachel's playing tennis!" giggled Evelyn Carr.
"There are other prefects as well as Rachel.

Pull yourselves together and don't get so excited." The juniors, who had been talking at the top of their voices, squealing, and otherwise raising the echoes, restrained their transports and contented themselves with whispers and giggles.

The Camellia Buds were fetching fuel, which they had purloined from the gardener's wood-shed.
They commenced to build a camp-fire.
Before very long the flames were dancing up.