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grasped the fact that Aunt Harriet was sitting on the platform next to Councillor Jackson, and only a few places away from the expert who was to act as judge. She was chatting affably with her august companions. Think of chatting with a Governor! Winona felt that it was some credit to have such a relation! She had not always been very sure how much she valued Aunt Harriet's opinion, but this afternoon she longed to shine before her. Yet the very wish to do so made her nervous. She glanced at her companions. Bessie was looking stolidity itself, Marjorie's usually high color had reached peony point, Joyce was palpably in the throes of stage fright. All were soon marching and countermarching, swinging Indian clubs, and performing the intricate maneuvers of Swedish drill. Fortunately they had practiced well, and it went without a hitch. They breathed more freely as they retired to the ante-room to make way for the babies who were to do skipping exercises to music. "It's more awful to show off before Governors than I expected!" sighed Joyce. "I'm just shivering!" "What'll you be at the rings, then?" asked Bessie. "Silence!" urged Miss Lever, who was in charge of the ante-room. The strains of "Little Grey Home in the West" and the regular thud of small feet were wafted from the gymnasium. "Don't you wish you were a kid again?" whispered Joyce. "No, I don't!" retorted Bessie, so imprudently loud that Miss Lever glared at her. "It's horrid having to stay in here, where one can't see!" murmured Marjorie under her breath. They knew by the music, however, what was taking place. The juniors were doing wand exercises, the intermediates followed with clubs. "Our turn again soon," whispered Winona. Olave Parry, from a vantage post near the door, could see into the gymnasium, and report progress. Her items of news passed in whispers down the ranks. The babies had skipped like a row of cherubs, and the Governors were wreathed in smiles. Kitty Carter had dropped one of her clubs, and it nearly hit a visitor on the head, but fortunately missed her by half an inch. Laura Marshall was performing prodigies on the horizontal ladder--she undoubtedly had a chance for a medal. Bursts of applause from the audience punctuated the performance. Olave continued her report, which Miss Lever, who took occasional excursions into the gymnasium, verified from time to time. The juniors were competing now. Natalie Powers was about to
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