They walked along the passage very dissatisfied with the result of their mission.
"We've got all the fag of painting these wretched programs, and gained nothing at all," groused Irene.
"They might have told us first about Bertha. Isn't she an absolute Jacob—supplanting us like this?"
"Those seniors are most unsympathetic. I want to go back and tell Rachel what I think of her."
"She'd only say, 'How foreign' if you got excited. And it wouldn't be an atom of use either."
"They've taken the best place in the program for their stunt."
"Trust the prefects to do that."
"What's to be done about it?"
"It will need some thinking over."
Peachy's agile brains were rarely to be beaten. She slept upon the problem, and informed her friends afterwards that inspiration came to her at exactly 3 a.m.