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Several voices replied:
"All who could come."
"Some girls had to catch trains."
"And the Potters had music lessons."
"And Trissie Marsh had to go to the dentist's."
"But they sympathize. They'd have come if they could."
"I'm glad to hear that," continued Annie. "I like to know I have your sympathy. Are we all old Hawthorners?"
"Yes, yes!"
"And no spies among us?"
"Certainly not!"
"Then I can speak freely. I want to say, what I'm sure we all think, that we're perfectly disgusted with the way those boarders have been behaving. They speak as if the school existed for them, and them alone.
Some societies we aren't allowed to join at all, and those that we may belong to are kept well in their own hands, because they appoint themselves as presidents, and secretaries, and treasurers, and members of committee. We simply haven't a look in anywhere. Now, I ask you, is this fair?"
"Not at all!" howled the girls.
"We're exactly in the position of serfs, and it's monstrous. What right have those boarders to rule over us?"
"None!"
"It's quite time we showed our spirit. I've been wondering for a long time how we could checkmate them, and now I see my way clear. They're going to start the hockey season."
"Yes!"
"Who do you think will make all the arrangements and be captains of the teams? Boarders or day girls?"
"Why, boarders, of course."
"And who are the best players; who are going to win the goals?"
"_We_ are!"
"Of course, we are; everybody knows that! But the boarders would take all the credit, and talk about _their_ successes. The very idea makes me ill! Why should we play for _them_?"
"Why, indeed?"
"We're not obliged to. Our Sat.u.r.days are our own, and n.o.body can make us come and play hockey if we don't want. I vote we just say we won't join their old games club. Let's start a rival one of our own."
"Yes, yes! Oh, do let us!"
"We'll call it 'The Old Hawthorners' Hockey Club', and we'll hire our old ground and wear our old colours, and play matches of our own, and let those conceited Silversiders go to Jericho."
Annie's daring suggestion met with a chorus of applause. The Hawthorners, made to feel unwelcome in their new school, clung desperately to their old traditions. They had had an excellent hockey record in past years, and felt confident that they could raise a team sufficiently strong to challenge their former rivals to matches.
"Will you elect Gladys as secretary?" asked Annie. "That's all right.
And Maggie as treasurer? Then give in your names, and bring your subscriptions to-morrow, and I'll go this very night and see about getting our old field. It belongs to Mr. Gardner, and my father knows him quite well, so I'm sure we shall manage it. If not, we'll hire another field."
"Or play on the common," declared the girls as they crowded round Gladys Wilks, giving in their names.
Adah Gartley had kept her word and written immediately to the secretary of Workington Ladies' College, who had replied by return of post, arranging a match for a date in November. She showed the letter with much satisfaction to the boarders after breakfast.
"By the by, have those day girls paid their subscriptions yet to the Games Club?" she asked suddenly.
"Not one of them," answered Isobel.
"The blighters! And hockey begins to-morrow. Isn't it just like day girls? I must talk to them about it at eleven o'clock 'break'."
The day girls were busy consuming packets of lunch when Adah, gla.s.s of milk and piece of bread and b.u.t.ter in hand, strolled amongst them, bent on her mission.
"Look here, you slackers! D'you know you've never paid your half-crowns yet? Can't admit anybody to the hockey field who hasn't given in her subscription--that's one of the traditions of Silverside."
"Is it?" said Annie Broadside casually. "I can't see that it concerns us."
"You'll see to-morrow when you get to the field. A nice little disappointment it will be for you to find you're not allowed to play."
Annie took a big bite of oatcake and gulped it.
"Suppose we don't want to play?"
"Not want to play!" Adah's expression was one of sheer incredulity.
"Why should we? You boarders have taken up all the other societies, so you may have the hockey as well. We don't want to intrude on your privileges, thanks!"
"But I say," bl.u.s.tered Adah, "you _must_ play! We've got to win matches and keep up the credit of the school."
"Keep it up yourselves!" put in Gladys sarcastically. "You've rubbed it into us hard enough that it's only you who understand the school traditions, and we're nothing but outsiders!"
"But you're keen on hockey! Surely you want to play?" Adah was making a desperate effort to curb her temper and be conciliatory.
"Certainly we do, but we're going to have a club to ourselves."
"You can't here!"
"We don't mean to try. It's an 'Old Hawthorners' Club', and nothing to do with Silverside."
"But you mustn't! You shan't go ratting like this!" exploded Adah, scarlet with indignation.
"Don't get excited!" said Annie politely. "There's nothing to prevent us. Our Sat.u.r.days are our own, and n.o.body can compel us to come to school and play hockey if we don't want."
"You miserable blighters!"