The martyrs made a decent exit, but once outside they stood and pulled faces at the closed door.
"She's an absolute beast!"
"It's abominable!"
"To keep us all this time!"
"And learning hateful poetry!"
"And we hadn't done anything to deserve it, either!"
"What can we do to pay her out?"
"I know," said Effie. "Hush!"
She held up a warning hand and ran back to the coach-house door. The key was on the outside, in the lock. She stood and listened for a moment, then turned it and fled across the playground, followed by the rest of the form. Instead of going home, however, they stayed in the cloak-room, giggling over their achievement.
"If she's so fond of the handicraft room, she may stay there!"