"Lizzie Logan, you're coming on. You'll be a credit to Va before we've done with you. Now I call this really public spirited. We must set to work hot and strong and see what can be done."
"Lesbia, you ought to be a champion at this business."
"We must all 'champ'," agreed Lesbia. "Is it a one-man-show or may we club together?"
"I don't know. We'd better some of us go round to Mr. Johnson's for particulars."
There were, so it seemed, several classes in the competition, some for elementary, and others for secondary schools. Among the latter a prize was offered for the best joint scrap album—the work of any one form—recording the history of the city in writing, photographs, old prints, drawings, newspaper cuttings, or other methods. The idea appealed immensely to Va. They had never before agreed on a joint effort.
"It will be ever so much nicer to do it all together," opined Marjorie, "than each to have our own scrap-book, and go sneaking off to get photos of places you hope nobody else has found out."
"Yes, when they're all put together it will make so much better a book," agreed Marion.
"What about the prize?" ventured Aldora.
"Why, of course, they'll give a trophy to the whole form."
"Ripping!"