Do you, now ?" "No, I'm afraid we don't," admitted Rachel, still in the same constrained, almost bewildered, manner.

"We really never thought of it." The four Camellia Buds, listening to their friend's outspoken comments, expected an explosion of wrath from the head prefect, but Rachel only told them to take the buckets back to the house.
"And that too," she added, pointing to the pan.

Peachy stooped and picked it up, turned to go, then delivered herself of a last manifesto: "It's our own butter and sugar that we saved from breakfast and tea, so please don't blame anybody else." "I blame myself most," whispered Rachel, as she was left alone.
The immediate result of the incident was a prefects' meeting, at which the head girl, full of compunction, stated the facts of the case to her fellow officers.
"We thought we were doing our duty, but it isn't enough just to act as police," she urged.

"Those girls in the Transition were on the right track in getting hold of the juniors, though perhaps they did it in the wrong way.

This school isn't really united.