ree cheers for Kendall Major and
her candy toys. The Academy Howl, ladies, if you please!"

A space was hurriedly cleared at the other end of the table, a chair
placed and Patricia saw Elinor, blushing and protesting, thrust into it
by a dozen laughing students.

Patricia stood to one side, as they formed a hasty group in the open
space by the door, and, with Griffin beating time, stretched their
mouths to the utmost and gave the Academy Howl with a vim that was
deafening, drawing out the final deep growling notes to a weirdly
wailing finish that sent Patricia and Elinor into gales of mirth.

"How in the world did you make up such an unearthly yodel?" demanded
Elinor, preparing to descend from her chair of state. "I hope I'm not
expected to answer in kind."

"You don't budge from there, young lady, till you've given us a song,"
declared Griffin, vigorously. "We know your dark secrets. We've heard
that you can warble a bit."

Elinor sat down in surprise. "Oh, but I can't," she protested. "I
can't sing at all. Miss Pat----"

A glare from Patricia stopped her, but it was too late. A chorus of
laughing voices took up the demand, "A song, Miss Pat!" "Don't be
stingy, Kendall Minor; tune up!" "Give us a sample, Miss Pat!" until
Griffin, with a bow, offered her arm to the rebellious Patricia and led
her, protesting and abashed, to the chair whence Elinor had escaped.

Once on the impromptu platform, Patricia's embarrassment dropped from
her, and she smiled a ready acknowledgment to the shouts that demanded
a dozen different songs at once.

"I can't sing them all at once," she said, gayly. "But if you'll
settle on one that I know, I'll do my best for you. You've given me an
awfully good time tonight, and I'm only too glad to sing for you."

After a great deal of good-humored bickering and sifting of requests to
suit Patricia's repertoire, the tumult gradually quieted and Patricia
rose.

"I'll sing 'Mary of Argyle' first, and then a new little song, but it
won't sound very well without any accompaniment," she said simply, and
then, folding her hands before her and tilting her head like a bird,
she began to sing, softly at first and then louder till her voice
soared and rang echoing through the bare, empty rooms that flanked the
lunch rooms.

"I have watched thy heart, my Mary,
And its goodness was the wile,
That has made me thine forever,
Bonnie Mary of Argyle."

Patricia's voice swelle