tal actress, Landis. The only fault you have is that
you would always be playing to the gallery."

Her hearers laughed, accepting the remark as a bit of pleasant chatter.
Mary did not fully grasp how much truth her remarks contained. Landis
alone appreciated the words. Her face flushed and she turned her head
aside for an instant that the girls might not see she was hurt.

"I don't know but that it is a good thing," Mary rattled on. "We're sure
of an audience, at least. What shall we do now?"

"What can we do!" wailed a meek-looking little Senior from the darkest
corner of the room. "There's nothing except ask conundrums. I'll begin.
Why did we ever--?"

"What more do you want?" asked Landis, turning about quickly to face them.
"I'll begin. What goes around a--"

"Hush hush," came a chorus of whispers. From the chapel below music could
be heard. It was the Germania orchestra of twelve pieces from the city, to
secure which the Seniors had heavily taxed themselves.

"All that music going to waste," wailed the little figure from the dark
corner.

"It's not going to waste, dearly beloved," came the response from Miss
Bowman. "The Middlers will enjoy it even more than you would have done.
They are not paying the bill."

The instant the music ceased, the drop went up. Again a groan arose from
the prisoners. They could see all that was enacted on the stage, yet could
not hear the words.

"There's Dr. Morgan," whispered Mary. "She can't know that anything is
wrong, and that we are locked up here. When she turns toward us I'll tap,
and she'll see to it that we are set free."

A tall and stately figure, in an imported gown of black lace, crossed the
stage. Reaching the center she paused, raised her eye-glasses and swept
the audience with her characteristic glance. She began her remarks, and
had said but a few words when she was stopped by a round of applause. The
Seniors who had not been booked for that evening's performance understood
that something had gone amiss. There were hurried remarks--"It isn't the
Doctor;" "It's that Miss Hogue;"--"That's the girl that's in our
classics;"--"This is the Middlers' work."

Miss Hogue, following Dr. Morgan's manner, gave almost word for word the
address of the morning. She did it well. A round of applause followed her
from the stage. She returned to receive the flowers which were intended
for Dr. Morgan, then announced as the next number an oration by Miss
Wilson.

"Well, I c