uring the senior year. Grace felt that her sophomore year,
though dark in the beginning, was about to end in a blaze of glory.

Julia sat down amid demonstrations of approval. Then the first notes of
"Auld Lang Syne" sounded on the piano, and the entire audience, led by the
senior glee club, rose to their feet to join in that sweetest of old songs
whose plaintive melody causes heart strings to tighten and eyes to fill.

The four chums silently joined hands as they sang, and mentally resolved
that with them "auld acquaintance" should never "be forgot."

There was a second's pause after the song was done. Then clear on the air
rose the senior class yell. That broke the spell. Those who had felt lumps
rising in their throats at the music, laughed. A buzz of conversation
began, and soon the graduates were surrounded by their families and
friends.

The gymnasium gradually cleared. The seniors hurried off to their banquet
on the lawn and one more class day glided off to find its place with those
of the past.

"Wasn't it perfectly lovely?" sighed Jessica, as they made their way out.

"I think commencement week has even more thrills in it than Christmas,"
Nora replied. "Wait till we have our class day. You shall write the class
poem, Anne, and Jessica the song."

"I speak for the class prophecy," said Grace.

"That leaves nothing for me but the grinds. But that job would be greatly
to my taste," said Nora.

"What about the rest of the class?" inquired Anne, smiling at this
monopoly of class honors. "Are we to carry off all the glory!"

"Without a doubt," Jessica answered. "After us there are no more."

"Be sure to come to my house for supper Thursday evening," said Grace. "We
are to go to commencement together, you know. The boys are coming, too."

The chums parted with many expressions of satisfaction over the pleasant
afternoon's entertainment.

Thursday evening found them impatiently awaiting the boys.

"I suppose they all stopped to fuss and prink," said Nora, as she peered
through the vines that screened the porch. "Men are, truly, vainer than
girls. There they come around the corner, now. I really believe Hippy is
growing fatter. He looks awfully nice to-night, though," she hastily
added.

Hippy had a friend in Nora.

"Did you know that Tom Gray is in town?" asked David, as he took his place
beside Anne and Grace. The latter carried an immense bouquet of red roses
to give to Ethel Post.

"Oh, how nice!