The New House Mistress #1001378

“Look at those babes!”
Gillian Thornaby turned at the words, and looked across the tennis courts to where a group of the middles were standing, all having a terrific argument, to judge by the way their heads and hands were moving.
“What on earth can be the matter with them?” she asked. “Are they proclaiming a strike, do you think, Janet?”
Janet Murdoch, her great friend, and head girl of the school, laughed. “It looks like it, I must say. I wonder what it’s all about.”
“Let’s stroll over and find out,” suggested Gillian, slipping her hand through her friend’s arm.
The two grandees of the Sixth made their way round the courts to where the group of some seven or eight girls were all standing together, gesticulating wildly. When they reached them, it was to find that all were badly upset about