in wave!
We'll have a 'White Elephant' sale. Don't look so staggered! A 'white
elephant' is a thing you don't want yourself, but which someone else
might like very much. We must all of us have got heaps of such things at
home. Well, we'll bring them to school, and let them go as
bargains--cheap. They ought to go like wildfire, and if there are any
left, we'll have an auction. It would be prime fun!"

"Patsie Sullivan, I should like to shake hands with you!" declared
Lorraine. "When women go into Parliament, I believe you'll become a
distinguished member of the House of Commons! Brains like yours ought to
be devoted to the service of their country!"

"I think it _is_ rather a cute idea," admitted Patsie modestly.

"We'll get to work upon it at once."

The next day, Lorraine pinned up in the cloak-room a large hand-printed
poster which ran as follows:

WHAT PRICE WHITE ELEPHANTS?

Have you anything at home you don't want?
Then bring it to the school and sell it!
Do you wish to buy nice things cheap?
Come to our WHITE ELEPHANT SALE!
Bargains will be flying!
You will go home all smiles!

Remember, everything you buy helps to feed a British
Prisoner of War!

"Flatter myself it's rather telling!" she confessed, as she watched the
juniors crowd round to look. "There's nothing like a bargain to appeal
to people!"

"I reckon it's going to catch on!" chuckled Patsie.

It did catch on. The juniors decided that the idea was "topping", and
readily promised contributions.

"We shall want cash too," Lorraine reminded them. "Remember, you've to
buy somebody else's things as well as give your own."

"Right you are! We'll make a half-crown league, if you like."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that! It might be rough on some of the kids. Give
what you can, that's all."

The next step in the proceedings was to hunt at home for white
elephants. Lorraine and Monica turned out drawers and cupboards in
search of any articles with which they could dispense.

"It's not a rummage sale, so we mustn't send rubbish," decreed Lorraine.
"It's got to be something somebody will take a fancy to. I wonder if
Rosemary wants this book of songs? I believe Vivien would buy them."

"Then put them in the sale and ask Rosemary afterwards," counselled
Monica, rapidly running through the contents of an Indian box, and
contributing two chains of Eastern