sebuds, she thought she knew just how poor, lowly Cinderella
felt when the fairy godmother touched her with her wand. While she was
being dressed she said little, yet Marjorie and her mother knew by the
happy light that crowded the wistful look quite out of her expressive
eyes that their guest was too deeply appreciative for words.

Marjorie, who looked radiantly pretty in her frock of pink silk with its
overdress of delicate pink net, welcomed the dance with all the
enthusiasm of one who was heartily glad to get in touch with the social
side of her school life. She had forgotten for the moment that certain
girls in the freshman class had turned against her; that she was no
longer a member of the freshman basketball team. She remembered only
that it seemed ages since she had attended a party and she hoped
fervently that someone would ask her to dance.

Jerry and Irma had arranged to call for Marjorie and Constance, as the
quartette were to use the Macys' limousine. When the automobile stopped
before the house, Jerry insisted on getting out and running into the
house to see her friends' gowns. Irma followed her, a smile of
good-natured tolerance on her placid face.

"Jerry couldn't wait to see your dresses," she said, then exclaimed in
wonder: "How lovely you look, Constance, and what a perfectly sweet
gown!"

Constance colored to the tips of her small ears. Jerry, too, began
voicing loud approval, and when, after having stood in line and been
inspected by Mrs. Dean, the four girls piled into the limousine,
Constance was overcome with the peculiar sensation of experiencing too
much happiness. She felt that it could not possibly last.

The gymnasium was fairly well filled when they entered and by half past
eight o'clock the majority of the guests had arrived. Hardly had they
deposited their scarfs in the dressing-room and administered last
judicious pats to straying fluffy locks of hair when Jerry, who had
disappeared the moment they reached the dressing-room, came hurrying
back with the information that Hal was waiting outside to do the honors.
"You'd better hurry out and console the Crane, Irma," she added slyly.
"He looks about ten feet tall in his evening clothes and perfectly
miserable."

Following in Jerry's wake Marjorie stepped into the gaily decorated room
and the next instant was shaking hands with handsome Hal Macy, the most
popular fellow in Weston High. As the brown eyes met the frank manly
gaze of the