ffy hair and
lamenting because it would not stay smooth.

"You dear thing," whispered Marjorie, slipping her arm about her chum.
"I'll forgive you for not telling me where you were going. I was
terribly hurt for a minute, though. You know we've never had secrets
from each other."

"And we never will," declared Mary, firmly. "Promise me, Marjorie, that
you'll always tell me things; that is, when they're not someone else's
secrets."

"I will," promised Marjorie, solemnly. "We'll write our secrets to each
other instead of telling them. Now I must leave you for a minute and see
if everyone is having a good time. We'll have another comfy old talk
later."

To Mary Raymond fell the altogether agreeable task of keeping Marjorie
away from the dining-room, where Mrs. Dean, Ethel Duval and two of her
classmates busied themselves with the decorating of the two long tables.
By ten o'clock all was ready for the guests. In the middle of each
table, rising from a centerpiece of ferns, was a green silk pennant,
bearing the figures 19-- embroidered in scarlet. The staffs of the two
pennants were wound with green and scarlet ribazine which extended in
long streamers to each place, and was tied to dainty hand-painted
pennant-shaped cards, on which appeared the names of the guests. Laid
beside the place cards were funny little favors, which had been
gleefully chosen with a sly view toward exploiting every one's pet
hobby, while at either end of each table were tall vases of red roses,
which seemed to nod their fragrant approval of the merry-making.

"It's quite perfect, isn't it?" sighed Ethel, with deep satisfaction,
gently touching one of the red roses. "The very nicest part of it all is
that you've been just as enthusiastic as we over the party." She turned
affectionate eyes upon Mrs. Dean.

"It could hardly be otherwise, my dear," returned Mrs. Dean. "Remember,
it is for my little girl that you have planned all this happiness.
Nothing can please me more than the thought that Marjorie has so many
friends. I only hope she will be equally fortunate in her new home,
though, I am sure, she will never forget her Franklin High School
chums."

"We won't give her that chance," nodded Ethel, emphatically. "There, I
think we are ready. Clark wants to be your partner, Mrs. Dean, and
Seldon is to escort Marjorie to her place. We aren't going to give her
the pin until we are ready to drink the toasts. Robert Barrett is to be
toastmaster. Wi