I got up, afterwards, and hung it up in your wardrobe for you.

Irene told me how you'd joined the cake club.

She said you had the password quite pat." Ulyth was too aghast to answer.

Rona, once she had broken silence, continued in a torrent of indignation.
"You a Torch-bearer! You might well ask me not to expose you! 'Remember the Camp-fire,' you said.

Yes, it's because of the Camp-fire, and for the sake of the school, that I've kept your secret.