This was the more marked as there had never been any very great division at The Woodlands between Upper and Lower School, the whole of the little community sharing in most of the general interests.
After tea there was a short interval before evening preparation began, and during the summer term this was spent, if possible, out-of-doors by everybody.

One afternoon, only a few days after the conversation just recorded, the girls had filed as usual from the dining-hall, and were racing off for tennis, basket-ball, or a run by the stream.

As Ulyth, down on her knees in the darkest part of the hall cupboard, groped for her mislaid tennis-shoes, two members of IV B came in for a moment to fetch balls.

They were in a hurry and they evidently did not perceive her presence.
"Did you get the tip ?" Irene Scott asked Ethel Jephson under her breath.
"By the lower pool immediately." "All serene! Tootie told me herself." "Pass it on then; though I think most know." As they ran down the passage, Ulyth, relinquishing her hunt for the missing shoes, rose to her feet.
"There's one here who didn't know," she chuckled.

"This is a most important piece of information.