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"The fault I find with the Kingfield High School," proclaimed Kathleen Wilcox, squatting on the top of a boot locker, and putting on a new pair of patent leather house shoes with a deliberate eye to their effect upon her surrounding friends and foes, "the fault I find-yes, I do find fault and I shall, Lesbia Ferrars, though you are the oldest pupil and take the school under your wing You needn't make round eyes at me like that I don't care twopence for your glares Well, as I was saying-and I won't be interrupted-the fault I find with the Kingfield High School is that it's not nearly go-ahead enough. If you ask me I think it's dropping behind the times "