"I can't get a word of sense out of Peachy; Esther was almost nasty, and Jess shut the door in my face.

What's the matter with them?
Have I developed spots or a squint?
Why have I suddenly become a leper ?" Lorna, who was busy with French translation, shut her dictionary with a bang.
"I've no patience with them," she groused.

"It's because you're English.
I suppose we shall have to get up a stunt of our own, just out of retaliation, but I'm sick of the whole business." "What _do_ you mean ?" "Why, it's become a sort of custom to make this a nationality night.

The American girls all band together, and so do the South Africans and the Australians; and the Scotch girls are a _tremendous_ clique of their own.

They play jokes on every one else, and sometimes it almost gets to fighting." "Between the sororities ?" "Sororities are forgotten for the time being.