"You can't do that. The boarders always arrange the bazaar."
"But why, when we make the things, should you take them all and arrange them? They're not your work!"
Annie certainly had a most aggravating habit of asking questions. Adah coloured with annoyance.
"I'm a prefect, you see!" she shuffled.
"There were no prefects last year, and you quote what you've always done as your authority."
"Well, really, the few things the day girls have brought have never mattered much before. I'll keep a space for you, if you're so particular, and you can arrange them as you like, as long as you don't spoil the general look of the stall," conceded Adah, with a show of magnanimity.
"Thanks so much, your Majesty! It's really most kind of you to keep a little room for our poor contribution!" curtsied Annie, with mock gratitude.
When the prefect's back was turned, she fizzed over to a sympathetic and outraged circle. Adah's disdainful condescension was more than could be brooked.
"The boarders have always had the stall, and the day girls have humbly helped!" said Gladys witheringly.
"How delightful for us!"