at she's gone, Clark and Ethel and
Seldon ought to be here."

A shrill whistle farther up the street caused her to glance quickly in
the direction of the sound. Two young men were hurrying toward her,
their boyish faces alight with enthusiasm and good nature.

"It's all O.K., Mary," called the taller of the two, his black eyes
glowing. "Every last thing has been thought of. Ethel has the pin.
She'll be along in a minute."

"It's a peach!" shouted the smaller lad, waving his cap, then jamming
it down on his thick, fair hair. "We've been waiting up the street for
Marjorie to take her car. Thought she'd never start."

"I am afraid I hurt her feelings," deplored Mary. "I forgot myself and
told her she'd better hurry home. She looked at me in the most
reproachful way."

"Cheer up," laughed Clark Grayson, the black-eyed youth. "To-night'll
fix things. All the fellows are coming."

"So are all the girls," returned Mary, happily. "I do wish Ethel would
hurry. I'm so anxious to see the pin. I know Marjorie will love it. Oh,
here comes Ethel now."

Ethel Duval, a tall, slender girl of sixteen, with earnest, gray-blue
eyes and wavy, flaxen hair, joined the trio with: "I'm so glad we
waited. I wanted you to see the pin, Mary." She was fumbling busily in
her shopping bag as she spoke. "Here it is." She held up a small, square
package, which, when divested of its white paper wrapping, disclosed a
blue plush box. A second later Mary was exclaiming over the dainty
beauty of the bit of jewelry lying securely on its white satin bed. The
pin was fashioned in the form of a golden butterfly, the body of which
was set with tiny pearls.

"Oh-h-h!" breathed Mary. "Isn't it wonderful! But do you suppose her
mother will allow her to accept such an expensive gift? It must have
cost a lot of money."

"Fifteen dollars," announced Clark, cheerfully, "but it was a case of
only fifty cents apiece, and besides, it's for Marjorie. Fifteen times
fifteen dollars wouldn't be too much for her. Every fellow and girl that
was invited accepted the invitation and handed over the tax. To make
things sure, Ethel went round to see Marjorie's mother about it and won
her over to our side. So that's settled."

"It's perfectly lovely," sighed Mary in rapture, "and you boys have
worked so hard to make the whole affair a gorgeous success. I'm afraid
we had better be moving on, though. It won't be long now until half-past
seven. I do hope everyone will be on