less sister," answered Amy, kindly, "what you haven't
found out here is this. Thus far we can go and no farther. The faculty
would expire seeing you as King Lear. Discreetly may ye pose as Orlando,
or any other gentle lad, with a sweeping cloak about thee, but I doubt if
the Dean would even beam on Hamlet."

"I'm a splendid Hamlet," Kit said, thoughtfully. "I doubled in 'Hamlet'
and 'The Raven' in the same costume down home. Just the soliloquy, of
course, though we'd have tried the grave-diggers scene only we didn't have
any skulls."

But Amy had not thought favorably of deviating from the usual program.
Scenes from "As You Like It," as usual, was to be the first effort. Kit
glanced at the clock, and caught up her sweater and cap. It was quarter of
ten, and she was due at Amy's at ten. As she ran down-stairs, she
encountered the Dean, happily directing two expressmen carry a large box
back into the study.

"My dear, it has come," he told her. "I'm hoping they will both be here,
the Amenotaph urn and the statue of Annui. I do not wish to be disturbed
just now while I am unpacking them, as it takes a great deal of care and
delicacy and you will ask too many questions, Kit, but if you will come in
after lunch, I will explain the inscriptions to you."

"Oh, I'd love to, Uncle Cassius," Kit answered, eyeing the box hopefully.
"I'm going up to a rehearsal at the Hall."

The Dean smiled absently and nodded his head at her.

"Look up Annui while you are there, also Semele."

Lysander, the puppy, bounded to meet her as she hurried down the walk, and
at the sidewalk curb she found the Bellamy car waiting.

"Just in time," called Rex, cheerily. "Where are you bound for?"

Kit took the seat beside him gratefully. The wind from the lake blew
cuttingly, and there was a flurry of first snowflakes in the air wavering
about uncertainly like birds that had lost their way.

"Where's Anne?" she asked. "Isn't she going up to rehearsal?"

"Gone down to Brent's first. I'm going to stop and pick her up. She's been
building a costume all the morning."

The car swung around the corner of Maple Avenue and down the hill towards
the village, leaving Lysander sitting at the corner, wailing dolefully.

Brent's was the local emporium for everything needed, from the college
standpoint. Not only were its shelves filled with goods which varied from
library supplies to latest fiction, but there was an ice cream parlor
annex patronized almost