Excitements at the Chalet School

“You can say what you like! I still maintain and always shall, that of all the forms in this school, Inter V has the biggest supply of utter brats!” Blossom Willoughby paused a moment for breath, but before anyone else could butt in, she was off again. “Just count them over! Heather Clayton—Margot Maynard—Emerence Hope—Francie Wilford—Betty Landon——”“All that’s wrong with Betty,” at this point, Mary-Lou, the library prefect, interrupted what looked like being a list of almost all Inter V, “is that she and tact aren’t even on speaking terms. There’s no real harm in the kid,” she went on, sublimely ignoring the fact that the said “kid” was barely fifteen months younger than herself. “She means quite well. Her trouble is that if she can talk of rope in a house where there’s been a hanging, she does it, con amore!”