“It’s not to be just an ordinary concert,” said Ardiune, addressing a select committee of management; “it must be something extra special and outside, such as we’ve never had before in the school, so rub up your ideas, please, and make suggestions. I’m waiting!”
“Rather a big order to get anything entirely new!” grunted Morvyth. “I should say everything on the face of the earth’s been tried already!”
“But not here! How you catch me up!”
“There isn’t time to get up an operetta, I suppose?” ventured Fauvette.
“Hardly—in three days!”
“A patriotic performance?”
“Had one only last term, so it would come stale.”
“Then what can we have?”
“I know!” exclaimed Raymonde, bouncing up from her chair, and taking a seat upon the table instead. “I vote we be coons!”
“What’s coons?” asked Katherine ungrammatically.