No opposition hands appeared, so without further discussion the election was carried.
"Congrats, Ingred!" said Nora, patting the heroine on the back.
"I told you it would be a walk over, old sport!" whispered Verity.
"We'd talked it over beforehand, you see, and everybody had agreed to choose you, so it was really only a matter of form," explained Francie.
"The Sixth are having a ballot," put in Jess.
"And Vb. are going to fight like Kilkenny cats over Magsie and Barbara."
"There'll be some hullabaloo in several of the forms, I expect."
"Thanks awfully for electing me," replied Ingred. "I suppose I ought to make a speech, but I really don't know what to say!"
"You've got to say it all the same!" laughed Verity. "Members of Parliament always make speeches to their constituents. Here, take the Snark's desk as your thingumgig—rostrum, or whatever it's called, and begin your jaw-wag!"
"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears!" squeaked Kitty Saunders.