whispered, "Judy is as nervous as a witch these days. She has probably
thought of something to add to her list!"

"Oh, that list!" returned Nance. "She has everything on it now from
white gloves to a trunk strap, and still it grows!"

"'Seniors, seniors, seniors,'" chanted Margaret and Jessie dreamily,
watching Otoyo as she deftly arranged her dainty cups and saucers on
beautiful lacquered trays.

Edith and Katherine were quietly disputing some point about the class
program and absent-mindedly accepting lemon for their tea, when the door
opened and a woman draped closely in black stepped into the room.

"Ah, ha, young ladies," she cried in a high, weird voice that startled
them into instant silence, "so you would pierce the mysterious veil of
the future and read in your teacups the fortune that awaits you? Could
you but possess my occult vision, you would not need to employ such
puerile methods."

Here the somber figure raised two black-gloved arms and held before her
eyes a pair of plain black opera glasses. She had reversed their usual
position and now gazed steadily about the room through the large end of
the glasses.

"Ah, ha," she began again, fixing her roving attention upon Margaret,
who returned her gaze easily, "I see far, far away, through a vista of
crowded seats, a huge platform adorned with distinguished figures. A
pretty woman stunningly gowned is introducing to a breathlessly
expectant audience a tall, striking person. The plaudits of the
multitude drown the sound of her name as it is announced, but our keen
sight enables us to recognize the famous Miss Wakefield! To those who
have long known her, it will not be surprising to learn that her
companion is none other than her college satellite, now Miss
Jessie,--but I cannot quite pronounce the unfamiliar name."

As the voice stopped for a moment, Jessie started toward the strange
figure, but Margaret pulled her back and drew her blushing face down
upon her own shoulder.

At the same time Molly cried, "Where have I seen those shabby old
glasses before?"

And Nance added, "My old bird glasses, or I'm blind!"

Nothing daunted, the prophetess went on in the same weird key, "I see
the gray towers of Wellington looming grandly against a wild autumnal
sky. I see troops of girls crowding across the campus and into
recitation rooms. I see a single figure walking beside the white-haired
President as though discussing the schedule of lectures and the merit