ouldn't hear what she was talking about," sighed Mary from her
place in the greenroom. "But it was just the way Dr. Morgan would have
done. Did you notice how she raised her glasses, then turned her head to
look sharply? The Doctor does that every time. Who's this dressed in--"
She didn't finish her question. She paused to look closely. Then
exclaimed, "Oh, Elizabeth Hobart, you little Spaniard! And with my dress
on, too."

Elizabeth swept across the stage. She paused a moment, then tossed back
her hair.

"Miss Wilson!" "Miss Wilson!" came the appreciative cries from the
Freshmen and specials sitting below. The Seniors, in little groups of twos
and threes, had their heads together arranging for a general action. They
were so scattered throughout the house that quick planning was
impossible.

"I am charged with pride and ambition," began Elizabeth, in the same tones
and with the same gestures she had heard and seen Mary use hundreds of
times while practicing. Even those in the greenroom caught her words.

"I've another charge against her," exclaimed Miss Wilson. "She's purloined
my dress. Oh, I wish she would look this way."

But Elizabeth was wise. She let no glance wander toward the greenroom. She
tossed back her locks again, threw out her hands and continued, "The
charge is true, and I glory in its truth. Whoever achieved anything great
in letters, arts or arms who was not ambitious? Caesar was not more
ambitious than Cicero. It was only in another way." She went through the
oration without a pause, and bowed herself from the stage in the midst of
a round of hearty applause from the delighted audience.

Dr. Morgan, with her usual dignity, announced that Miss Landis Stoner from
Potter County being absent by _foreseen_ circumstances, Miss Mame Welch
would sing the "Jewel Song" from Faust.

Mame, resplendent but uncomfortable in the finery belonging to Landis,
then appeared. She raised her head, straightened her shoulders, looking
unutterably bored and weary, although self-confident enough for a score of
such songs. But the instant her voice arose, the Seniors who had gotten
together started to sing. Their voices filled the chapel, drowning out
even the laughter and applause.

"Where, oh, where are this year's Seniors,
Where, oh, where are this year's Seniors,
They are not in the cold, cold world.
Every one sing for the grand old Seniors,