atisfaction.

"That'll make their hair stand on end! I'll fix a few more sensations if
I can. Who's game to run six inches in front of a mild old cow's horns,
while somebody urges her on from behind?"

"How will you guarantee she's mild?" inquired Bess dubiously. "She might
take it into her head to toss us!"

"Not she! It was only the 'cow with the crumpled horn' that went in for
tossing."

"Well, I'd rather be in a safer photo, thanks! I'm terrified of cows,
anyway."

Nora's instincts were really quite dramatic. She photographed Bess
crouching in the hollow of a tree, an imaginary fugitive, to whom
Francie, in an attitude of caution, handed surreptitious victuals. She
posed Linda, apparently lifeless, on the borders of a pond, with Kitty
and Verity applying artificial respiration. She bound up Ingred's head
with a handkerchief, and placed her arm in a sling as the result of a
fictitious accident, and would have arranged a circle of weeping girls
round the prostrate body of Miss Strong, had not that stalwart lady
stoutly objected.

"I'm not going to do anything of the sort, so put up that camera, and
come along at once. We've wasted far too much time already, and we shall
have to step out unless we want to finish our walk in the dark. I
promise you tea at Ryton-on-the-Heath, if you hurry, but we can't stop
half an hour there unless you put your best foot foremost, so, quick
march!"

CHAPTER XVII

The Rivals

This book does not propose to extol an ideal heroine, only to chronicle
the deeds and thoughts of a girl, who, like most other girls, had her
pleasant and her disagreeable moods, her high aspirations and good
intentions, and her occasional bursts of bad temper. Ingred had been
very passionate as a child, and, though she had learnt to put on the
curb, sometimes that uncomfortable lower self would take the bit between
its teeth and gallop away with her. It is sad to have to confess that
the enjoyment of her walking tour was entirely spoilt by an ugly little
imp who kept her company. In plain words she was horribly jealous of
Bess. Ingred liked to be popular. She was gratified to be warden of "The
Pioneers" and a member of the School Parliament. She felt she had an
acknowledged standing not only in her own form but throughout the
college. Her official position, her cleverness in class, her aptitude
for music, her skill at games, made her an all-round force and a referee
on most subjects. There is n