A midnight feast, secret, as all midnight feasts were meant to be, was being held at St. Clare's.
Those partaking of the feast had been careful, very, very careful, not to be caught.
"These tinned prawns are scrumptious."
"I've always been especially fond of Nestle's Milk."
"Have some ginger beer?"
"I do wish we could have had sausages, though."
"That would have been much too risky. You know how those sausages smell when they are frying."
Everyone there nodded her head.
"I wonder what the girls would say if they could see us now," chuckled Miss Theobald.