"We'll have them too!" squeaked a shrill voice from the ranks of the Third Form.
"You're not going to get it all your own way!" yelled another.
"We're tired of tyranny."
"Order! Order!" commanded Helen; then, turning to her fellow monitresses, she held a brief whispered consultation.
"Stop it at once!" "Put it down firmly!" "Don't stand any nonsense from them!" "Show them who are their betters," was the hasty advice given, and she turned again to the excited Juniors.
"What you ask is impossible," she said imperiously. "The Guilds have gone on very well in the past, and they'll go on very well in the future. We promise that the interests of the Juniors shall be looked after, but the general management must remain as before. You can sit down, Gipsy Latimer."
But Gipsy did not sit down.
"I've made a fair request, and you've refused it," she continued calmly. "All that remains for me to do now is to appeal to the whole school. We Juniors have held a meeting amongst ourselves, and have decided that, if we're denied our just rights, we'll withdraw our subscriptions and found Guilds of our own. Am I voicing the public opinion?"
"Yes, yes!" roared the Juniors.
"Put it to the vote!"
"Have it in black and white!"
"We'll settle it to-day!"
Gipsy's ultimatum was so utterly unexpected that
