irl."

Utterly unaware of the approval of the faculty, Grace had paused for a
moment outside the gypsy encampment to cast a speculative eye over the
crowd, which seemed to be steadily increasing.

"It is a brilliant success," she said to Arline gleefully, who had come
up and now stood beside her. "I am so glad, but so tired. I do hope
everyone will like the bazaar, and have a good time this afternoon and
to-night. Everything has gone so beautifully. There hasn't been a sign
of a hitch. Oh, yes, there was one." Her face clouded for a second. Then
she looked at Arline brightly. "I'm not going to think of it. There are
so many nice things to remember that one little unpleasantness doesn't
count, does it?"

"I think it counts," declared Arline stubbornly. "I shall never forget
it as long as I live. Why, it nearly spoiled our bazaar. It was dreadful
to have some one spread the story of our circus, and just what we
intended to have, when we wanted the whole thing to be a surprise."

"Really, I think the person who told the tales did us a good turn after
all," laughed Grace. "The girls were ever so much more anxious to attend
the bazaar after they heard of the circus. Every girl loves 'Alice in
Wonderland,' I think. And then the Sphinx is a first-class surprise."

"Isn't it funny?" chuckled Arline, who, in her short, white, embroidered
dress, pale blue sash, blue silk stockings and heelless blue kid
slippers, her golden hair hanging in curls, tied up on one side with a
blue ribbon, looked exactly as Lewis Carroll's immortal Alice might have
looked if she had been inspired with life.

"Alice" was allowed to show herself to the public before the
performance, and on catching sight of Grace had run across the gymnasium
to her in true little girl fashion.

Never before had Overton's big gymnasium been so peculiarly and gayly
arrayed. At one end a numerous band of gypsies had pitched their tents
and here Grace and Miriam, garbed in the many-colored raiment of the
Zingari, jingled their tambourines in their familiar but ever-popular
Spanish dance, and read curious pink palms itching to know the future.

Adjoining the gypsy encampment was a doll shop, over which the cunning
freshman, Myra Stone, dressed as a sailor doll, presided. Then came the
Japanese tea shop, with the Emerson twins as proprietors, looking so
realistically Japanese that Arline declared she didn't believe they were
the Emerson twins, but two geisha girls str