Polly rose again, undaunted. 'I would respectfully ask the Chair,
who put him in the chair, any way?'
'Question!' roared Philip.
'Second the motion!' shrieked Bell, that being the only parliamentary
expression she knew.
'Order!' cried Geoffrey in stentorian accents. 'I will adjourn the
meeting and clear the court-room unless there is order.'
'Do!' remarked Polly, encouragingly. 'I will rise again, like
Phoebus, from my ashes, to say that--'
Here Jack sprang to his feet. 'I would suggest to the Chair that the
last speaker amend her motion by substituting the word "Phoenix" for
"Phoebus."'
'Accept the amendment,' said Polly, serenely, amidst the general
hilarity.
'Question!' called Bell, with another mighty projection of memory
into a missionary meeting that she had once attended.
'I am not aware that there is any motion before the house,' said
Geoffrey, cuttingly.
'Second the motion!'
'Second the amendment!' shouted the girls.
'Ladies, there IS no motion. Will you oblige the Chair by remaining
quiet until speech is requested?'
'Move that the meeting be adjourned and another one called, with a
new Chair!' remarked Margery, who felt that the honour of her sex was
at stake.
'Move that this motion be so ordered and spread upon the minutes, and
a copy of it be presented to the Chairman,' suggested Philip.
'Move that the copy be appropriately bound in CALF,' said Jack,
dodging an imaginary blow.
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