as the general comment, as she tripped back in response
to a storm of clapping, to give an encore to her "Moonbeam Song."

The juniors retired, having covered themselves with glory, greatly to
the satisfaction of Miss Morgan, who had spent much time in training
them for their performance.

It was now the turn of the seniors. They had got up an operetta of
Robin Hood, and appeared clad in the orthodox foresters' costume of
Lincoln green, with bows, arrows, and quivers. Stella, as Maid Marian,
and Phyllis, as the Curtle Friar, were especial successes; while Will
Scarlett and Little John gave a noble display of fencing with
quarter-staves, a part of the program which they had practiced in
secrecy, under the instruction of the gymnastic mistress, and now
presented as a complete surprise to the school. Their acting was so
spirited that everybody was quite sorry when the short piece was ended,
and would have liked certain scenes repeated, had not Miss Morley
pointed to her watch and shaken her head emphatically to forbid further
encores. Past experience had warned her not to allow one section of the
school to monopolize an undue share of the time to the exclusion of
others.

"It's the turn of the Transition now," she said. "We shall only just
work through our program by half past four."

Even the Camellia Buds, though they watched with jaundiced eyes, could
not deny that the members of the Starry Circle managed their waxworks
very creditably. Elsie indeed, as Madame de Pompadour, was not
convincing, but Mabel made a distinguished Sir Walter Raleigh, and
Bertha surpassed herself as Queen Elizabeth. The rival sorority, after
witnessing this triumph, was more and more thankful to have abandoned
the idea of acting an animated toy-shop. It would certainly have seemed
tame to continue on the same lines as the prior performance. As it was
they chuckled with satisfaction behind the curtain, while they arranged
themselves for the tableau.

"I guess it will make them sit up," purred Peachy, setting a curl
straight with the aid of her pocket-mirror. "It will be frightfully hard
to keep still, for I shall just want to stare round and see their faces,
but don't alarm yourselves. I promise not to give so much as a blink. I
wouldn't disgrace our stunt for the world. I'll be a rigid marble statue
till the curtain drops."

"Sh! sh! Don't chatter so much," warned Jess. "Aren't you ready yet?
Miss Morley's getting impatient."

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