ng of her bat, sent the ball clean over the boundary for
six, a performance that quite "brought down the house", even the
Hilaryites joining in the cheering. For a moment no one seemed to have
realized how the score was going, but when seventy went up on the board
there was a wild rush for the pavilion, for the match was won.

Honor's friends were loud in their congratulations, and Janie, who had
been an excited spectator, was almost as proud as if the success had
been her own. Vivian Holmes herself actually expressed approval.

"Well played, Honor Fitzgerald!" she said. "I expect some day you'll be
a credit to St. Chad's."

As Vivian was generally more ready to "squash" new-comers than to
encourage them, this was indeed high praise, and Honor felt inspired to
continue her exertions, having the white ribbon of the College team as
the object of her ambition.

Great were the rejoicings of the Chaddites at their triumph over St.
Hilary's. Something in the way of a celebration seemed necessary to
immortalize the occasion, and that evening, after a hurried conference
among the elder girls, it was given out that, with Miss Maitland's
permission, an impromptu fancy-dress ball would take place in the
recreation room at 8.30 precisely.

"We're just to come in any kind of costumes we can manage to contrive,"
said Lettice Talbot, who, wild with excitement, had carried the
thrilling tidings to the younger contingent. "Miss Maitland is going to
dress up, and so is Miss Parkinson. The cook is making some lemonade; I
hope it will be cold in time, but even if it isn't it will be rather
nice hot. Oh, would you advise me to go as a flower-girl, or do you
think Queen Elizabeth would be better?"

"I should suggest a Merry-andrew at the present moment," said Ruth
Latimer, as Lettice, unable to contain her glee, went hopping round the
room. "You could easily put a different coloured stocking on each leg,
cut sheets of tissue paper to make a short, frilled, sticking-out
skirt, borrow the toasting-fork from the kitchen and hang it with
ribbons for your bauble, and there you are!"

"Jolly!" exclaimed Lettice. "I'll do it. Will you lend me your scarlet
sponge-bag? It would make the very cap I want."

It was fortunate that Vivian Holmes and her fellow-workers had reserved
the announcement of the proposed fete until after preparation,
otherwise very few lessons would have been learnt at St. Chad's. The
girls finished supper with record sp