a fairy, and Claudia a pierrot; while
Flossie Taylor, in an Eastern shawl, and with bangles tied on for
ear-rings, looked a gorgeous Cleopatra.

Chatty Burns, in a tartan plaid, made a typical "Highland lassie".
Effie Lawson, with her hair plaited in a tight pigtail, and her
eyebrows corked aslant, had, with the aid of a coloured bedspread and a
Japanese umbrella, turned herself into a very creditable "Heathen
Chinee"; and Maisie Talbot, who found materials waxing scarce after she
had finished arraying Lettice, had flung a skin rug over her shoulders,
painted her face in streaks of red and black, and come as a savage.
Adeline Vaughan had an original and rather striking costume. She called
herself "Scholastica", and had decorated herself with a double row of
exercise books, suspended by ribbons round her waist. Pencils,
india-rubbers, pens, and rulers were fastened to all parts of her
dress; and a College cap, borrowed from Miss Maitland, completed the
effect.

The funniest of all, however, was Madge Summers, who represented a
sausage. She had been elaborately got up for the part by her
room-mates. They borrowed a coloured table-cloth from the kitchen, the
reverse side of which was a pinky-fawn shade; then they padded Madge
carefully all over, so as to make her the right shape, swathed her in
the table-cloth, and fastened it down the back with safety-pins, tying
it tightly round her neck and ankles. She could scarcely manage to
walk, much less dance; and she was so hot in her many wrappings that
her face burnt--so she assured her friends--as if she were already on
the frying-pan: but if she could not take an active part in the
proceedings, she had the satisfaction of attracting an immense amount
of attention.

The girls chose partners in the hall, and marched in procession into
the recreation room, where Miss Maitland (a stately Marie Antoinette)
acted hostess, and received her guests with the assistance of Miss
Parkinson (a Spanish gipsy) and Vivian Holmes (hastily attired as a
troubadour).

"It is indeed a carnival," said Miss Maitland. "The costumes are
splendid, and all deserve hearty congratulations. We shall have to take
votes as to which is the best. We haven't thought of the music yet; it
seems almost presumptuous to ask Queen Cleopatra to play a waltz for
us, but perhaps she will condescend thus far. We can't ask the sausage,
for she hasn't any arms! The troubadour and the Pied Piper ought to do
their sha