but was carried away by her arguments. Instinctively the Juniors felt they had found a leader.
"I put it to the meeting. Are you ready to combine and stand together? Those who are in favour, kindly hold up their hands."
Such a clamour arose from the play-room that the noise drifted upstairs to the ears of the Seniors, who sat all unconscious of the rebellion that was being preached below. With memories of Wat Tyler, Hampden, Oliver Cromwell, the Seven Bishops, and other famous champions of the commonweal fresh in their minds from their history books, the girls were ready to take any measures suggested to them. There was scarcely a dissenting voice. Enthusiasm fires enthusiasm. Gipsy's speech seemed an inspiration, and everybody was agog with interest.
"She's right!"
"We've been kept down too long!"
"I always said it was monstrously unfair!"
"The Seniors will have to give way!"
"We'll get our rights now!"
"I wonder nobody thought of it before!"
The talk burst out on all sides, for every one was eager to have her own say, and discuss the matter with her neighbour. Even the First Form children had followed the arguments, and were as keen as anybody. Gipsy calmly counted the upraised hands, then rang a bell for silence.
"I may take it, then, that the motion is carried by the general consent of the meeting," she continued. "We're agreed that some stand ought to be made
