Ulyth and Lizzie missed the beginning of her remarks, but when they came within earshot they realized that she was in the midst of a vigorous harangue against the seniors.
"Are we to be trodden down just because we're a little younger than they are ?" urged Tootie.

"Why should they lord it over us, I should like to know?
They were juniors themselves only a year or two ago.

I tell you the worm will turn." "It's turned pretty considerably," guffawed Cissie Newall.
"It knows which side its bread's buttered," cackled Irene Scott.
"Buttered! You mean sugared, don't you ?" At this sally the whole party broke into a shout of laughter.
"Good for you, Ciss!" "Sugared! Ra--ther!" "Shut up, you sillies! Someone will hear us," commanded Tootie.

"I was saying before, we're not going to be sat upon, either by teachers or monitresses or seniors.

We'll take our own way." "A sugary way," chirped Ethel Jephson.
The girls hinnied again.