I believe it will catch on." The pupils at the Villa Camellia were not overdone with public meetings.
They responded therefore with alacrity to the notice which Rachel, after obtaining the necessary permission from the authorities, pinned upon the board in the hall.

They were all a little curious to know what she wanted to talk to them about.

A few anticipated a scolding, but the majority expected some more pleasant announcement.
"Rachel's wrought up, but she doesn't look like jawing us," was the verdict of Peachy, who had passed the head prefect in the corridor.

Some of the seniors constituted themselves stewards and arranged the audience to their satisfaction, with juniors on the front benches and the Transition behind.

When everybody was seated, Rachel stepped on to the platform and rang the bell for silence.