"Let's ask her too."
"That doesn't give us a decent charade."
"Can't we think of something?"
"Not something good enough."
"P'r'aps you'd like to do some scenes from Hamlet, if you want to be so very high-class," Noreen suggested scornfully. Remove II. B were taking Hamlet in literature, and Noreen and the Literature Mistress were usually at loggerheads.
It was that suggestion which gave Joey her idea. "I say," she burst out, "why shouldn't we do a charade on the lines of Hamlet's player-people? You know—where the poison was poured into the poor chap's ear—and ask all the Staff to come, and see whether the Professor looks guilty and shrieks, 'Lights!' because he's doing something evil with his stinks, as Noreen says, or just has a war-strain appearance. It needn't be a noisy charade to upset him if it's just strain."
Noreen thumped Joey on the back. "Topping plan! What word shall we have?"
"German?" suggested Joey. "The first syllable could be Germ, you know—those things Matron is always fussing about——"
"Or the Huns putting them into wells," Barbara interrupted in great excitement.