You Like It" was over. It had been well nigh
perfect. The costumes had for the most part been on hand, as the senior
class of five years previous had given the same play and bequeathed
their paraphernalia to those who should come after. Rosalind's costumes
had to be altered to fit Anne, however, on account of her lack of
stature. Also the lines in the text where Rosalind refers to her height
underwent some changes. The final details having been attended to, Miss
Tebbs and Miss Kane found time to congratulate each other on the
smoothness of the production, which bade fair to surpass anything of the
kind ever before given. There was not a weak spot in the cast. Anne's
work had seemed to grow finer with every rehearsal.

She had won the repeated applause of the group of teachers who had been
invited to witness this trial performance. Grace, Nora, Eleanor and
Miriam had ably supported her and there had been tears of proud joy in
Miss Tebbs's eyes as she had watched the clever and spirited acting of
these girls.

"Be sure and put your costumes exactly where they belong," called Miss
Tebbs as the girls filed off the stage into the dressing room after the
final curtain. "Then you will have no trouble to-morrow night. We want
to avoid all eleventh-hour scrambling and exciting costume hunts."

Laughing merrily, the girls began choosing places to hang their costumes
in the big room off the stage where they were to dress. Anne, careful
little soul that she was, piled her paraphernalia neatly in one corner,
and taking a slip of paper from her bag wrote "Rosalind" upon it,
pinning it to her first-act costume.

"The eternal labeler," said Nora, with her ever-ready giggle, as she
watched Anne. "Are you afraid it will run away, little Miss Fussbudget!"

"No; of course not," said Anne, smiling. "I just marked it because----"

"You have the marking habit," finished Jessica. "Come on, girls. Don't
tease Anne. Let her put tags on herself if she wants to. Then a certain
young man who is waiting outside for her will be sure to recognize her.
Has anyone seen that Allison child? It's time she put in an appearance."

"Just listen to Grandmother Bright," teased Anne. "She is hunting her
lost chick, as usual."

With merry laugh and jest the girls prepared for the street. Grace and
her friends were among the first to leave, and hurried to the street,
where the boys awaited them.

"Hurrah for the only original ranters and barnstormers on