"Let's try," she cried excitedly, and proceeded to balance herself on her hands, feet in the air. Of course, Paddy tried to follow her example, till the indignant artist tumbled her over with a sounding thump. When the confusion had somewhat subsided Duane wanted to know what Paddy was doing "trespassing on hallowed ground."
"How unkind it is of you, Duane," said Paddy, reproachfully, "when I'm saving you a little journey. Salome's sent over a copy of the rules you head prefects drew up at the meeting."
"Same old rules, I suppose?" inquired Bertha.
"Oh yes," said Duane, carelessly. "They're practically unaltered, needless to say."
"Still," put in Paddy, "as you've a new girl here, I'd better read them out for her benefit."
"You can if you like," returned Duane, indifferently, but with a faint smile twitching the corner of her mouth. She knew Paddy of old.
So Paddy picked up the paper, cleared her throat and began:
"No. 1.—No junior is allowed blacking on her boots more than once a month.
"No. 2.—Juniors must wash at least once a day.
"No. 3.—Only members of house elevens allowed to wear carpet slippers at hockey.