Doris Deane, the champion swimmer of the school, dived for the can next morning and brought it up empty; the lid was never recovered, probably having been washed into a hole.
The Guild sat down that afternoon rather disconsolately to milkless tea.
Addie had begged a small jugful from the kitchen, enough for their guests, the mistresses, but it was impossible to replace the big two-gallon can at a moment's notice.
"I begin to wish the school had never supported an orphan at the 'Alexandra Home for Destitute Children'," sighed Gertie, eating plain bread and butter, and thinking regretfully of her spoilt cakes.

"I vote next term we ask to give up collecting for it, and keep a monkey at the Zoo instead.

We could send it nuts and biscuits at Christmas." "And currant-buns ?" giggled Beth Broadway.
"You are about the most unfeeling wretch I ever came across!" snapped Gertrude..