finished the decoration of VA. Her lotus pattern really looked extremely
nice round the walls and gave the room an appearance of quite superior
culture. She had taken up chip-carving, and under the superintendence of
Miss Joyce, who held a weekly class in the studio, was carving a frame
to hold an old print of Kingfield Main Street as it appeared before the
High School established its quarters there. There was great rivalry
between the various forms in the decoration of their rooms. The Sixth
had several beautiful pictures, and moreover sported a silver cup on
their mantelpiece, a trophy which had been won six years ago, in an open
tennis tournament, by Gladys Hellier and Joan Mayfield, the then
champions of the High School. On the possession of this cup the Sixth
were considered quite unduly to give themselves airs.

"It isn't as if any of them had actually won it with their own rackets,"
objected Calla. "Yet they go cock-a-doodling about that wretched cup as
if each of them separately had been champion."

"A very reflected kind of glory _I_ call it," agreed Bernadine.

"It's six years since the school won anything publicly," croaked
Phillis, wrinkling her eyebrows.

"Humph! Yes! Time it bucked up and did something," endorsed Ermie
smartly.

"We beat Moreton College in the hockey match," put in Lesbia, always
anxious for the credit of her own school.

"Yes, that's all right, but you don't get prizes for hockey matches. We
want something we can stick on our mantelpiece, and crow over the Sixth.
I should like to take down their pride."

Just at present there did not seem any immediate prospect of winning a
trophy and thereby humbling the upper form. It is one thing to be wildly
anxious to compete, but quite another to crystallize your efforts into a
definite shape.

"There ought to be Olympic Games in Kingfield every year for all the
schools in the town, and the Corporation ought to give the prizes,"
decided Lesbia. "It could be paid for out of the rates and taxes."

"It will be when schoolgirls get votes," nodded Marjorie emphatically.

Meantime the Corporation did not see its opportunities, and the
over-taxed rate-payers of Kingfield would probably have gone on strike
at the suggestion of an increase for the purpose of supplying prizes for
Olympic Games for school children. Ermie Hall, whose father was a city
councillor, did indeed broach the subject at the family breakfast-table,
but was squashed flat by h