fraid you'll think it fearful cheek of me," she began, "but you
see the trouble at present in the singing class is that we all abominate
those silly little songs. They really sound foolish for girls of our
age. Of course Fraeulein's composed them herself, and the tunes are very
nice. Do you think she'd mind changing the words? It wouldn't matter to
her what we were singing so long as the music was the same, would it?
But it would make all the difference to us. I made up a few verses that
go with the tunes just as well. They're here, if you don't mind looking
at them," and Gipsy modestly unfolded her manuscript. "This one's
instead of

"'Old hare's little son
Is up to good fun.'

I've called it 'The End of the Term'

"'Now classes are done
And vacation's begun,
Of fun and of leisure
We'll have our full measure.
For it's hip, hip, hooray
For a long holiday!

"'So to lessons goodbye,
While to pleasure we fly.
No rules now need bind us,
All care's cast behind us.
For it's hip, hip, hooray
For a long holiday!'"

Then there's one instead of that dreadful

"'Little Freddie had run to his nurse,
Because his poor headache was worse,'"

continued Gipsy. "I've called it 'Briarcroft'.

"'There's a school near the edge of the fell,
That all of us girls know full well,
For at Briarcroft Hall
There's a place for us all,
And the tale of its fame we would tell.

_Chorus_

"'So hurrah! for the dear old School!
We'll make it a general rule
That we Briarcroft-ites
Shall stand up for its rights,
And be true to the dear old School!

"'There are teachers we love and revere,
And customs and ways we hold dear.
Give a clap for each one,
And a cheer when you've done,
For all who have worked with us here.

_Chorus_

"'So hurrah! for the dear old School!
We'll make it a general rule
That we Briarcroft-ites
Shall stand up for its rights,
And be true to the dear old School!'"

"Very creditable, Gipsy. Really not at all bad," commented Miss Edith.

"I know they're not up to much," said Gipsy apologetically, "but oh!
Miss Edith, I believe th