"They're great!"
"Hold me down, or I'll fly off in sparks!"
"Fay, you are the limit!"
"It's a brainy notion!"
"Wow! Don't set me on fire!"
"Goody! Here's Miss Fanny coming!"
It was a decidedly wrathful Miss Fanny who descended upon them, and promptly confiscated the few fireworks that were left.
"Most dangerous!" she remarked indignantly. "You might easily, some of you, have been burnt. Really, Fay, I'm surprised. A girl in the Fifth form ought to know better. Go back all of you at once. And don't let such a thing ever happen again!"
The confederates had been lucky enough to have almost finished their display before Miss Fanny appeared on the scene, so they bore the loss of the last three squibs with equanimity.
"If Miss Fanny had only been an American she'd have helped to let them off herself instead of interfering!" protested Fay. "I haven't worked my spirits off yet, so I warn you! We'll do something mad after dinner."