Judy of York Hill

ver have anything but buns and milk after a Friday night lecture. Your mother is an ange

pretty voice; "come on in." And Judith

cold collation consisting of roast chicken, meringues, cakes, candies, etc., etc

e small sitting-room?" asked Nancy after Judit

of all the queer schools! Ask a teacher if we m

"the lecture will be over early and then we'l

ast, and had our feasts in the loveliest places. Once we had supper in the cellar, and the engineer caught us and we had a terrib

related one epic after another, until the York audience were convinced that life would not be wort

e forgotten, and they laid the

hat your box has arrived,

supper after the lecture, and the real one at midnight

osephine; "she's been such a dear that it seem

s being planned for that very night. Her first impulse, of course, was to tell the crew that she had unwittingly overheard them, and use her influence as captain and pr

cious inflections and its lazy drawl, was most persuasive. The crew of the "Jolly Susan" had so far been a model crew and Catherine had not yet had to enforce discipline, but at the last prefects' meeting Sally May had been mentioned as the cause of two practical jokes perpetrated in other parts of the house,

ocked at Eleanor's door; "you're just in time for tea

some jam-wild strawberry

and in a few moments the two friends were

ain; the Senior House captain was known as the Captain of the School, and this year South House had the honour of providing the School Captain-Eleanor Ormsby. The prefects,

found in her a wise and sympathetic counsellor. Eleanor was not beautiful like Catherine, not brilliant like Patricia-in fact it was with difficulty that she held her place in the Sixth-Form class

tion well started before the busy time at the end of term: it was the custom for the Old

play in your cubicles, Cathy?" asked Eleanor; "looks to me as if they are a nice lively little bunch. What a litt

stically; "but 'not too good for human nature's daily f

hem to go home for the holidays without a story of some such adventure as that.

ans and apples. The trouble is that Miss Marlowe is death on suppers since Christine Dawson caught

'll have to do so

t them have their supper, and then we'll make them wish they hadn't-let's lock the door of the common room (that's where they mean to go

are kept shut during the evening so that they won

of the young sinners when they discovered themselves caught; for prefects, notwithstanding their