"Merely a difference of opinion, my child," said Ada Dawkins. "Now, according to our standard, every member of the Lower School is a kid, even if she were six feet in height! Our superiority lies in brains, not inches! All Juniors are kids, you are a Junior, therefore you must be a kid. Quod est demonstrandum!"
"And kids aren't allowed to poke their impertinent young noses into our Form room," said Doreen Tristram. "I told you before to quit!"
"Do you want to be turned out by brute force?" added Gertrude Harding. "It would be an undignified exit, I'm afraid."
Despite the threat, none of the four delegates budged an inch.
"You say what we're here for," whispered Meg, nudging Gipsy.
Thus urged, Gipsy opened her campaign:
"We're all four members of the Photographic Guild, and we've come to ask for the developing machine. Some of us in the Fourth want to use it."
"In-deed! I dare say you do!"
"Don't you wish you may get it, that's all!"
"Cheek!"