used by Oakdale
picnickers, each drawn by four horses, awaited them. For a wonder every
one was on time, and the start was made with a great fluttering of
handkerchiefs, accompanied by enthusiastic cheers and High School yells.
As they rattled down the street people paused and looked smilingly after
them. Oakdale was very proud of her High School boys and girls, and
enjoyed seeing them happy.

The Phi Sigma Tau were seated in one end of the second wagon, with the
exception of Grace, who had perched herself on the driver's seat, and
was holding an animated conversation with the driver, old Jerry Flynn,
whom every one knew and liked. Grace always cultivated old Jerry's
acquaintance whenever she had the chance. To-day he was allowing her to
drive, while, with folded hands, he directed her management of the
lines. Grace was in her element and gave a sigh of regret as they
sighted the park. "I could go on driving four horses forever, Mr.
Flynn," she exclaimed. "Do let me drive going back?"

"Sure yez can, miss," said the good-natured Irishman, "and it's
meself'll hellup yez, and show yez how to do it."

The committee on entertainment had provided a series of races and
contests for the morning. After lunch there would be a tennis match, and
then the girls could amuse themselves as they chose; the start home to
be made about six o'clock.

Grace and Nora decided to enter the hundred-yard dash. "The prize is a
box of stationery bought at the ten-cent store, so I am anxious to win
it," Nora informed them. "In fact, all the prizes came from that useful
and overworked place. I was on the purchasing committee."

"I shall enter the one-legged race. I always could stand on one foot
like a crane," announced Jessica, "and hopping is my specialty."

There was an egg and spoon race, a walking match, an apple-eating
contest, with the apples suspended by strings from the low branch of a
tree, to be eaten without aid from the hands, and various other stunts
of a similar nature.

The morning passed like magic. Each new set of contestants seemed
funnier than the preceding one. Nora won the coveted box of stationery.
Jessica ably demonstrated her ability to outhop her competitors, while
Eva Allen covered herself with glory in the apple contest.

Grace, after losing the hundred-yard dash, laughingly refused to enter
the other contests. "I mean to win at tennis this afternoon," she said,
"so I'm not going to waste my precious energy on