them two years before. Anne was chosen as class poet, and Jessica had
composed both the words and music of the class song. Grace was to
prophesy the futures of her various classmates, while Nora had been
detailed to write the class grinds.

"To-day is the day of days," exclaimed Grace to her mother on Tuesday,
as she smoothed out a tiny wrinkle in her class-day gown, which she
lovingly inspected for the fifth time before putting it on. It was a
pale blue marquisette embroidered in tiny daisies, and Grace declared it
to be far prettier than her graduating gown of white organdie trimmed
with fine lace.

"Nora has the dearest little pale green marquisette, mother," cried
Grace with enthusiasm, "and Jessica's gown is pink silk, while Anne has
a white silk muslin with violets scattered all over it. I've seen them
all, but I must say that I think mine is the nicest and you're a perfect
dear, mother, for having embroidered it for me," and, giving her mother
a tempestuous hug, Grace gathered her class-day finery in her arms and
rushed upstairs to dress for the afternoon that the senior class looked
forward to more than to graduation night itself.

The Phi Sigma Tau met in the senior locker-room for the last time and
proceeded to Assembly Hall in a body.

"How strange it seems to be going to Assembly Hall instead of the gym.
for class day," remarked Miriam Nesbit to Grace.

"Yes, doesn't it?" returned Grace. "But when we come lack here next year
as post-graduates, we'll have the satisfaction of knowing that we helped
a whole lot in getting the good old gym. ready for the next class, even
if we couldn't hold forth in it."

The regular class day programme was carried out with tremendous
enthusiasm. The girl chums were applauded to the echo for their capable
handling of the honors assigned them. Nora in particular rose to heights
of fame, her clever grinds provoking wholesale mirth.

"She must have made notes all year," whispered Anne to Jessica under
cover of a laugh which was occasioned by the story of one absentminded
senior who pushed her glasses up over her forehead, searched diligently
for them through the halls and locker-room, and, convinced that she had
lost them on the street, inserted an advertisement in one of the Oakdale
newspapers before going home that night.

"She did," replied Jessica. "She has always said that she wanted the job
of writing the grinds."

At the close of the exercises Grace delivered a sp