With Miss Bickford on the war-path no one dared to say a single word, but at mid-morning interval the injured Camellia Buds snatched their biscuits, and fled to their grotto in the garden to hold an indignation meeting. Here they talked fast and freely.
"It's a jolly shame!"
"Most unfair!"
"Poor old Peachy!"
"Who did it?"
"Why, Mabel, of course!"
"Or Bertha?"
"One or other of them!"
"Miss Bickford has noticed their cheating!"