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One sunny summer afternoon four girls sat on the grass by a tenths-court, drinking lemonade. Their rackets lay beside them, and the six white balls were scattered over the court. Two of the girls were twins.. Isabel and Patricia O'Sullivan were so alike that only a few people could tell which was Pat and which was Isabel. Both girls had dark brown wavy hair, deep blue eyes, and a merry smile, and the Irish lilt in their voices was very pleasant to hear. The twins were staying for two weeks with friends of theirs, Mary and Frances Waters. The four girls were talking, and Pat was frowning as she spoke. She took up her racket and banged it hard on the grass.

"It's just too bad that Mummy won't let us go to the same school as you, now that we have all left Redroofs School together. We've been friends so long and now we've got to go to a different school, and we shan't see each other for ages." "It's a pity that Redroofs only takes girls up to fourteen," said Isabel. "We could have stayed on together and it would have been fun. I loved being head-girl with Pat the last year and it was fun being tennis captain, and Pat being hockey captain.

Now we've got to go to another school that doesn't sound a bit nice - and begin at the bottom! We'll be the young ones of the school instead of head girls." "I do wish you were coming to Ringmere School with us!" said Frances. "It's such a nice exclusive school, our mother says. You know - only girls of rich parents, very well-bred, go there, and you make such nice friends.

We have a bedroom to ourselves and our own study, and we have to wear evening dress at night, and they say the food is wonderful !" "And we are going to St. Clare's, where anybody can go, and the dormitories take six or eight girls and aren't nearly as nicely furnished as the maids' bedrooms are at home!" said Pat in a disgusted voice.

"I can't imagine why Mummy made up her mind to send us there instead of to Ringmer," said Isabel. "I wonder if she has quite decided. We're going home tomorrow and we'll both do our very very best to make her say we can go to Ringmer, Mary, and Frances! We'll ring you up in the evening and tell you." "We'll jump for joy if you have good news," said Mary. "After all, when you've been head-girls at a marvelous school like Redroofs, and had your own lovely bedroom and the best study with the best view, and a hundred girls looking up to you, it's awful to have to start again in a school you don't want to go to a bit!" "Well, do your best to make your parents change their minds," said Frances

"Come on -- let's have another set before tea!" They all jumped up and tossed for partners. Isabel was a splendid player and had won the tennis championship at Redroofs. She was really rather proud of her game. Pat was nearly as good, but much-preferred hockey.

"They don't play hockey at St. Clare's, they play lacrosse," said Pat, dismally. "Silly game, lacrosse-playing with nets on sticks, and catching a ball all the time instead of hitting it! That's another thing I'll tell Mummy -- that I don't want to play lacrosse after being hockey captain." The twins thought hard of all the reasons they would put before their parents when they got home the next day. They talked about it as they went home on the train.

I'll say this, and you say that," said Pat. "After all, we ought to know the kind of school that would be best for us -- and St. Clare's does sound too fierce for words!" So the next evening the girls began to air their thoughts about schools. Pat began, and, as was her way, she attacked at once. "Mummy and Daddy!" she said. "Isabel and I have been thinking a lot about what school we're to go to next, and, please, we don't want to go to St. Clare's. Everyone says it's an awful school." Their mother laughed, and their father put down his paper in surprise.

"Don't be silly, Pat," said Mrs. O'Sullivan. "It's a splendid school." "Have you quite decided about it?" asked Isabel. "Not absolutely," said her mother. "But Daddy and I both think it will be the best school for you now. We do think that Redroofs spoilt you a bit, you know -- it's a very expensive and luxurious school, and nowadays we have to learn to live much more simply.

St. Clare's is really a very sensible sort of school, and I know the Head and like her." Pat groaned. "A sensible school! How I do bate sensible things - they're always horrid and ugly and stupid and uncomfortable! Oh, Mummy - do let us go to Ring-mere School with Mary and Frances." "Certainly not!" said Mrs. O'Sullivan at once. "It's a very snobbish school, and Fm not going to have you two girls coming home and turning up your noses at everything and everybody." "We wouldn't," said Isabel, frowning at Pat to make her stop arguing for a while. Pat lost her temper very easily, and that didn't do when their father was there.