remember the cake sale we had for the Guide Dogs last term?” It had been their class charity. “We made fifty pounds then, and I bet we could have charged more for those cakes. People pay loads!”
“Yes, and we ought to have it on a Tuesday,” Emily agreed. “On a Tuesday, at lunchtime. Tuesday lunch is always awful, it’s random-pasta-and-stew-day. We’ll sell out in minutes.”
Poppy laughed. “Good idea. And that means we could make the cakes at the weekend. My mum won’t mind helping make some…” She trailed off. “But not enough for a whole cake sale. That would take a whole lot of butter and sugar and stuff.”
“No, we’ll have to do what we did for the refreshments at the show, buy the ingredients, and pay ourselves back from what we make,” Izzy agreed.“We could all make some, couldn’t we?”
Emily nodded. “I’ll have to make something Toby and James don’t like, otherwise they’ll never get as far as school. Minty cakes. Neither of them can stand mint. Can you get mint cake?” she added doubtfully.
“Peppermint creams?” Poppy suggested. “They’re easy. And most people like them, even if Toby and James wouldn’t.”
“Oooh, yes! I love them. And I can make them peppermint fish, because we’re raising money to clean up the river.” Emily beamed.
“Let’s go and ask Mrs Angel if we can do it,” Maya suggested, jumping up from the bench.
“What, now?” Izzy asked, rather uncertainly. Mrs Angel was not the easiest person to chat to.
Maya shrugged. “We could at least ask Mrs Brooker if we could talk to her.” Mrs Brooker was the school secretary, and she acted like she was Mrs Angel’s bodyguard sometimes.
“Oh! Look!” Emily twisted Maya round. “Mrs Angel, talking to Mr Finlay.”
Poppy grabbed Izzy’s arm, and pulled her across the playground to the main door where the two teachers were standing. “Excellent. Mr Finlay told usto find a new project, he’ll have to help us with Mrs Angel.”
Mr Finlay looked slightly daunted when the four of them arrived in front of him, smiling hopefully. “Did you want something, girls?”
“We’ve thought of a new project,” Izzy told him. “You did say we should,” she added, when he looked lost. “There’s a really messy bit of river bank at the bottom of Illroy Park – it used to be a nature reserve, and we think it still is, officially. It should be really beautiful, and my dad says there used to be rare birds, and plants.” She took a deep breath, and watched Mrs Angel. “We’ve applied to the council for permission to organise a clean-up weekend and sort it out, in a few weeks’ time. But we need to raise some money first, to hire a skip. So please can we have a cake sale?”
Emily nudged her.
“Er, on a Tuesday? Next Tuesday?” Izzy added. “And would it be all right to mention the clean-up in the school newsletter for the next couple of Fridays? And put posters up?”
Mrs Angel shook her head. “You four girls amaze me. I would have thought the fashion show would be enough for a while.”
“Izzy’s got the organising bug,” Poppy told the head. “She’s very good at it.”
“A future head teacher in the making.” Mrs Angel smiled at her, and Izzy tried not to look horrified. She couldn’t imagine anything worse than being a teacher. Imagine having to try to tell people like Ali and Lucy and Elspeth to shut up and get on with their work. She would have a nervous breakdown after a week.
“A community clean-up sounds like a very good idea, girls. You may certainly hold a cake sale. Mr Finlay will help you, I’m sure.” She smiled at him, and hurried away, leaving him staring after her indignantly.
The girls beamed at him, and Mr Finlay sighed. “All right. What needs doing?”
“Nothing, sir,” Izzy promised. “Unless you feel like making some cakes?”
Izzy had enough pocket money saved up to buy quite a lot of cake ingredients, so that weekend she turned the kitchen into a
“Yes, and we ought to have it on a Tuesday,” Emily agreed. “On a Tuesday, at lunchtime. Tuesday lunch is always awful, it’s random-pasta-and-stew-day. We’ll sell out in minutes.”
Poppy laughed. “Good idea. And that means we could make the cakes at the weekend. My mum won’t mind helping make some…” She trailed off. “But not enough for a whole cake sale. That would take a whole lot of butter and sugar and stuff.”
“No, we’ll have to do what we did for the refreshments at the show, buy the ingredients, and pay ourselves back from what we make,” Izzy agreed.“We could all make some, couldn’t we?”
Emily nodded. “I’ll have to make something Toby and James don’t like, otherwise they’ll never get as far as school. Minty cakes. Neither of them can stand mint. Can you get mint cake?” she added doubtfully.
“Peppermint creams?” Poppy suggested. “They’re easy. And most people like them, even if Toby and James wouldn’t.”
“Oooh, yes! I love them. And I can make them peppermint fish, because we’re raising money to clean up the river.” Emily beamed.
“Let’s go and ask Mrs Angel if we can do it,” Maya suggested, jumping up from the bench.
“What, now?” Izzy asked, rather uncertainly. Mrs Angel was not the easiest person to chat to.
Maya shrugged. “We could at least ask Mrs Brooker if we could talk to her.” Mrs Brooker was the school secretary, and she acted like she was Mrs Angel’s bodyguard sometimes.
“Oh! Look!” Emily twisted Maya round. “Mrs Angel, talking to Mr Finlay.”
Poppy grabbed Izzy’s arm, and pulled her across the playground to the main door where the two teachers were standing. “Excellent. Mr Finlay told usto find a new project, he’ll have to help us with Mrs Angel.”
Mr Finlay looked slightly daunted when the four of them arrived in front of him, smiling hopefully. “Did you want something, girls?”
“We’ve thought of a new project,” Izzy told him. “You did say we should,” she added, when he looked lost. “There’s a really messy bit of river bank at the bottom of Illroy Park – it used to be a nature reserve, and we think it still is, officially. It should be really beautiful, and my dad says there used to be rare birds, and plants.” She took a deep breath, and watched Mrs Angel. “We’ve applied to the council for permission to organise a clean-up weekend and sort it out, in a few weeks’ time. But we need to raise some money first, to hire a skip. So please can we have a cake sale?”
Emily nudged her.
“Er, on a Tuesday? Next Tuesday?” Izzy added. “And would it be all right to mention the clean-up in the school newsletter for the next couple of Fridays? And put posters up?”
Mrs Angel shook her head. “You four girls amaze me. I would have thought the fashion show would be enough for a while.”
“Izzy’s got the organising bug,” Poppy told the head. “She’s very good at it.”
“A future head teacher in the making.” Mrs Angel smiled at her, and Izzy tried not to look horrified. She couldn’t imagine anything worse than being a teacher. Imagine having to try to tell people like Ali and Lucy and Elspeth to shut up and get on with their work. She would have a nervous breakdown after a week.
“A community clean-up sounds like a very good idea, girls. You may certainly hold a cake sale. Mr Finlay will help you, I’m sure.” She smiled at him, and hurried away, leaving him staring after her indignantly.
The girls beamed at him, and Mr Finlay sighed. “All right. What needs doing?”
“Nothing, sir,” Izzy promised. “Unless you feel like making some cakes?”
Izzy had enough pocket money saved up to buy quite a lot of cake ingredients, so that weekend she turned the kitchen into a
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