Every one sing for the grand old Seniors,
For they're not in the cold, cold world."

The moment there was a lull, Miss Welch caught her own tune and started
bravely on her song, only to be again drowned out. She did not give up.
She sang in spite of all opposition, for the most part out of the tune.
Then with the airs and manner of one who had succeeded beyond all
expectations, she left the stage, in some disorder but not vanquished.

The pseudo Dr. Morgan then arose, and with the dignity born of her
position and years, requested order, saying that if there was further
interruption she must ask the watchmen present to expel the disturbing
element. Her speech was a master stroke. Exeter then had a dozen special
officers about the grounds and buildings. Most of them had never been in
Dr. Morgan's presence. Those in attendance, not understanding the state of
affairs, took the request in good faith, believing that it was the real
Dean of Exeter addressing them.

Then the farce which the Seniors had prepared was played.

Nancy, or the "boiled lobster," as she had nicknamed herself, was last to
appear.

She played on Nora O'Day's guitar "The Spanish Cavalier," the only
selection she could pick out, and sang it in a weak, trembling soprano.
Nora both sang and played well. Nancy, in her vivid orange gown, did her
best. Her audience, by this time conscious that there was something amiss,
could no longer be suppressed.

"Oh, say, darling, say,
When I'm far away,
Some times you may think of me, dear--"

"Could he ever think of anything else?" came in a stage-whisper from
below. Every one heard, and every one smiled. Nancy sang on:

"I'm off to the war--"

"I don't blame him," came again. Laughter swept over the hall.

"To the war I must go--"

"Don't bother about returning--"

Nancy laughed aloud. The curtain fell. The program for the evening was
finished.

CHAPTER XIV.

RETALIATION.

The Seniors accepted the Middlers' fun in good part. Even Mary forgave
Elizabeth the wearing of her new gown.

"Oh, well," Mary had exclaimed after the affair was over, and a group of
girls had gathered in her room, "'Every dog has his day.' We had ours last
year; and next year you will pay the fiddler for a new set of Middlers."

"If they don't pay before that," said Landis, sententiously.

"It's a l