he
buttons."

"Have you seen Laura Downs? She looks exactly like Landis. The dress fits
except it is a little short in the waist; but Azzie pinned up the skirt.
It doesn't look bad. She was in our room before she went down. And she
'did' Landis to perfection--that same haughty manner that Landis has when
she means to impress one."

As they moved along, their number increased. The leading spirits of the
Middler class were there, each decked out in the new gown that some
Senior, whose manner and tricks of speech she had been studying for weeks
to impersonate, would have worn had she not been locked up in the little
greenroom near the stage of the chapel.

There had been no Middler of sufficient height and dignity to impersonate
Dr. Morgan. Yet she was a light of so great magnitude that she could not
be ignored. Miss Hogue, a special student, a girl devoted to the classics,
and a writer for all the school papers, had been pressed into service. Dr.
Morgan when she had appeared upon the rostrum during the commencement
exercises had worn a gown of black lace, its sombre tone relieved by cuffs
and collar of cream duchess. She was very slender and erect. Her mass of
brown hair, touched with gray, was always dressed in the same style.
During all the years she had been at Exeter, it had been worn in a great
coil on the top of her head. Dr. Morgan was no longer young. During the
last year, she had been compelled to use eye-glasses. These were attached
to her bodice by a gold chain. As she talked they were held in her hand
the greater part of the time. In physique, Miss Hogue was Dr. Morgan's
double. Robed in the black gown, which she had borrowed from Dr. Morgan's
maid, and with her hair powdered, she could have easily passed as the
doctor herself.

Miss Bowman, in company with her fourteen Seniors, sat in the greenroom
and waited. There was no lack of conversation, although Miss Bowman took
little part in it. However, she was an interested listener, and laughed
heartily at the remarks of her charges. They threatened her; they cajoled;
they flattered; they offered her all the good things that could be laid at
a Senior's feet during Commencement. When these availed nothing, they
expressed themselves strongly. At intervals of a few minutes, one of the
girls would try the doors, shaking them, and pounding with her fists on
the panels.

"There are other Seniors somewhere," cried Mary Wilson. "If we could make
them hear, we 'd so