the side."

"It's perfectly dandy," exclaimed Kit. "Aunt Daphne told me when I first
started in that I could give a spread for the girls, and this is it. After
it's all over, I'll tell her about Marcelle, and I know she'll enjoy it
and approve. I think we ought to get Peggy or Amy to write some kind of
an anniversary ode for us. It might begin like this:

"Oh, have you a family founder,
On your ancestral tree,
Who laid the corner-stone of Hope
On the campus at Del-phee."

"Better finish that up, and read it at the tea," advised Anne; "there's
something so spirited about it. Is Charity going to decorate the study for
the festal occasion? We ought to have something sort of different, don't
you think so?"

"Pioneer relics would be the only thing, and I don't know where we'd scare
those up."

"There's a whole cabinet of them in the Dean's room at the Assembly Hall."

The two girls looked at each other wisely. The subject really needed no
argument or discussion. Kit said briefly:

"I'll try. I think I can get some of them anyway if I approach Uncle
Cassius as a humble student seeking knowledge."

All unprepared for the onslaught, the Dean sat enjoying his after dinner
smoke that evening when Kit tapped at the door.

"Come in," he called, a little bit testily, looking over his eye-glasses
at the intruder. "I don't think I can talk with you just now, my dear," he
said. "I am very busy working out a dynasty problem."

"Oh, but I'd love to help," Kit pleaded, "and I did help before on the
aborigines of Japan, didn't I? I even remember their names, the Ainos."

"This is early Egyptian. Something you know nothing whatever about."

"Just mummies?" inquired Kit. "Oh, Uncle Cassius, we girls back home made
up a lovely little couplet about that when we were studying Egypt at high
school.

"'Heaven bless the royal mommies,
And the jewels in their tummies.'"

No answering gleam of amusement showed in the Dean's eyes. In fact, be
regarded her, Kit thought, rather severely for this unseemly display of
levity.

"Of course," she added, hastily, "that was when I was very much younger
than I am now. It was two years ago."

The Dean coughed deprecatingly, and turned back to the pamphlets before
him.

"Remains have been discovered," he began in quite the tone he used in
Assembly, "of the lost tribe of the Nemi. When the Greeks, my dear,
obtained a foothold in Carthage and along the Mediterr