r and Feathers 156
XIII. Peachy's Pranks 174
XIV. The Villa Bleue 190
XV. Peachy's Birthday 213
XVI. Concerning Juniors 230
XVII. The Anglo-Saxon League 243
XVIII. Greek Temples 257
XIX. In Capri 272
XX. The Cameron Clan 287
XXI. The Blue Grotto 303

THE JOLLIEST SCHOOL OF ALL

CHAPTER I

Off to Italy

In a top-story bedroom in an old-fashioned house in a northern suburb of
London, a girl of fourteen was kneeling on the floor, turning out the
contents of the bottom cupboards of a big bookcase. Her method of doing
so was hardly tidy; she just tossed the miscellaneous assortment of
articles down anywhere, till presently she was surrounded by a mixed-up
jumble of books, papers, paint-boxes, music, chalks, pencils, foreign
stamps, picture post-cards, crests, balls of knitting wool, skeins of
embroidery silk, and odds and ends of all kinds. She groaned as the
circle grew wider, yet the apparently inexhaustible cupboards were still
uncleared.

"Couldn't have ever believed I'd have stowed so many things away here.
And, of course, the one book I want isn't to be found. That's what
always happens. It's just my bad luck. Hello! Who's calling 'Renie'? I'm
here! _Here! In my bedroom!_ Don't yell the house down. Really, Vin,
you've got a voice like a megaphone! You might think I was on the top of
the roof. What d'you want now? _I'm busy!_"

"So it seems," commented the fair-haired boy of seventeen, sauntering
into his sister's room and taking a somewhat insecure seat upon a fancy
table, where, with hands in pockets, he regarded her quizzically. "Great
Scott, what a turn out! You look like a magician in the midst of a magic
circle. Are you going to witch the lot into newts and toads? Whence this
thusness? You won't persuade me that it's a fit of neatness and you're
actually tidying. Doesn't exactly seem _you_, somehow!"

"Hardly," replied Irene, with her head inside a cupboard. "Fact is, I'm
looking for my history book. I can't think where the wretched thing has
gone to. School begins to-morrow, and I haven't touched my holiday tasks
yet; and what Miss Gordon will say if I come without those exercises I
can't imagine. I'm sure I flung all my books into this cupboard, and, of
course, here's the chemis