This was news indeed. Lesbia carried it immediately to the prefects.
"Of course you'll go straight to Miss Ormerod," urged Carrie. "The thing ought to be set right at once."
"I don't know," Lesbia was wrinkling her brows. "I'm so out of favour with Miss Ormerod that I really don't think it will make much difference. And, anyway, she's leaving, and I shall probably never see her again. It would get Jess and Gwennie into a terrific scrape, and it seems no use stirring up more trouble. I'd rather leave things as they are, now."
"But, girl alive! don't you want to be a prefect again?"
"Kathleen makes a far better one than I did. She'd best stick to it. As long as the school knows the facts I don't care."
"But Miss Tatham? What will she say when she comes back and finds you aren't prefect?"
"I shall explain it all to Miss Tatham without mentioning the names of the girls. I'm sure she'll understand."
"Well, you are a saint!"
"Not a bit of it. I'm putting my work on to Kathleen."
"Oh, I dare say!"