emony," said Julia with great
dignity. "These people will soon be beyond our control."

The attendants managed to straighten their faces long enough to assist in
the concluding rites that were somewhat hastily performed, and the master
of ceremonies and her assistants held an impromptu reception on the spot.

"Now," said Julia Crosby, "we have done a good day's work for both
classes. I only hope that no prying freshmen hear of this. They will be
sure to come here and dig up what we have gone to such pains to bury. They
have no respect for their superiors. However, you have all behaved
yourselves with true High School spirit, and I wish to announce that you
will find a spread awaiting you around the corner of the Omnibus House."

There was a general hurrah at this statement, and the guests rushed off to
the spot designated.

Grace had held an earnest conference with old Jean, and the result showed
itself in the row of tables rudely constructed to fit the emergency. He
it was who had dug the "grave." He now sat on the steps waiting to build a
fire, over which Grace had planned to make coffee for the hungry girls
whose appetites had been whetted by the fresh air.

The money contributed by the classes had been used to good advantage by
Grace and Julia, and piles of tempting eatables gladdened the eyes of the
guests.

For the next half hour feasting was in order. Juniors and sophomores
shared cups; as the supply of these were limited. At the end of that time
the last crumb of food had disappeared and the girls stood in groups or
walked about the field, discussing the various features of school life.

Some one proposed playing old-fashioned games, and soon "puss in the
corner," "pom-pom-pull-away," and "prisoner's goal" were in full swing.

"This brings back one's Grammar School days, doesn't it?" said Nora to
Grace. They were deep in a game of prisoner's goal, and stood for a moment
waiting for the enemy to move toward them.

"I haven't had such a good, wholesale romp for ages," answered Grace, and
was off like the wind to intercept Eva Allen as she endeavored to make a
wide detour of their goal.

The hours slipped by on wings.

The start home was made about five o'clock. The juniors and sophomores
trooped back to Oakdale arm in arm, singing school songs and making the
welkin ring with their joyous laughter.

The people of Oakdale smiled at the procession of happy girls and wondered
what particular celebration w