le of Work took place in March, and though she had not a single
penny to spend on it, she contributed excellent service in other ways.
She was indefatigable in assisting to arrange stalls, write programmes,
or do any of the necessary drudgery that a bazaar always entails. Even
the Seniors acknowledged her helpfulness, and Helen Roper admitted that
"if one wanted a thing done quickly, Gipsy Latimer was worth a dozen of
those other kids". In the matter of the Sale of Work the hatchet had
been buried between the Upper and the Lower Schools, and both
co-operated to make the affair a success. Now that the rights of the
Juniors were fully established, and their claims to consideration
recognized, Gipsy was only too pleased to help the older girls, and ran
about holding step-ladders, handing tacks, fetching articles wanted, and
generally doing odd jobs. Encouraged by the conciliatory attitude of
the Seniors, she ventured to propose a scheme suggested by her foreign
experience.

"Why shouldn't we turn the tea-room into a cafe chantant?" she said. "We
should get far more money in that way than if people only went in for
refreshments. Charge them an admission, and then tea extra. They'll stay
far longer, and take more things, if music and singing are going on all
the time. It's really better than a separate concert, too, because you
can't always get people to go to the concerts, but hardly anyone can
resist tea at four o'clock."

After talking it over, the Seniors were graciously pleased to adopt
Gipsy's idea, and began to draw up a programme for the cafe chantant.
Their struggle of the past had taught them a lesson in fair play, and
they therefore proposed to admit a certain number of Juniors as
performers, instead of, as formerly, keeping the whole thing in their
own hands.

"I've put you down for two solos, Gipsy Latimer," said Helen Roper
magnanimously. "What would you like to sing?"

Gipsy thought for a moment before she replied:

"I wonder if it would be possible to borrow a banjo? I used to play one
out in America, and I know some very pretty Creole songs, and one or two
Spanish ones."

"My brother has a banjo that he'd lend, I'm sure," said Lena Morris.

"Good! We'll rig you out as a Spanish gipsy," agreed Helen. "There are
lots of things in our dramatic property box that would come in. You'd
look the part no end!"

"I'll send the banjo this evening, so that you can practise it,"
volunteered Lena.

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