Monitress Merle by Angela Brazil
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"They know _me_" perked Merle. "Did you canvass them? Oh, how mean!" "Why mean? You could have done it yourself. Muriel was canvassing among the juniors as hard as she could go." "I might have canvassed among the new boarders! Why didn't I think of it?" wailed Aubrey. "Well, really, it's your own stupid fault! Don't blame me!" snapped Merle. "Iva and Nesta said they didn't mean to ask for votes." "Well, they'd no need to. They were both jolly certain that Miss Pollard would make them monitresses. It's easy to talk loftily when you're sure of your innings." "Did Mavis canvass?" "No--but then, of course, Mavis wouldn't!" "Why not?" "Oh--because she's Mavis! I can't see her doing it somehow. What a long time Miss Mitchell and Miss Fanny are over their counting! I wish they'd hurry up. I want to go home to tea." |
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