and has joy before he goes;
We know what the heroes bore at Troy in the ten long years of strife
We know what happens in all the world, and the secret things of life."

A thrill of appreciation and sympathy stirred the larger portion of
the audience at the outset of the next tableau.

Strangers, slightly puzzled to guess the cause, found that a few
hurried words made the situation clearer.

Odysseus has sailed from Crete and comes at last to his own land.

No change of scenery was possible. The hearers learned from the
recitation that he had reached the island of Ithaca. Here his ship was
moored in a haven between two steep headlands near a shadowy cave,
where the water-fairies come to look after their bees and weave their
sea-blue garments on the hanging looms.

Odysseus, knowing not that he has reached his home at last, walks up
the steep incline from the shore. Here he meets the Goddess of wisdom,
Pallas Athena.

Contrary to her own judgment Katherine Moore had agreed finally to
represent Athena; in spite of the difficulties to be surmounted not to
have accepted would have been too ungracious.

From beyond in the grove of trees the Goddess advances. She is seated
in a chariot drawn by four children. The children wore costumes of
white, short skirts to their knees and sandals on their feet.

The Goddess herself was clad in white with a wreath of green leaves
about her hair. Had the audience been closer she would have appeared a
pale and fragile Goddess with wide gray eyes set in a delicate,
bravely smiling face. For the old-time Kara had been doing her best to
return these days in order to cast no gloom upon the pleasure of her
friends.

Better for Kara perhaps that the general effect of the tableau was
what was desired and not a too apparent view of details!

This, however, was not true concerning the little group of children
who drew the chariot.

So startling was Lucy Martin's beauty that not only the Girl Scouts
and their older friends discussed it among themselves, the Boy Scouts,
not so apt to notice a little girl's appearance, also spoke of it to
one another privately.

Fortunately Lucy, in spite of her wilfulness, was not self-conscious.

To-day evidently she was thinking not of herself but of Katherine
Moore and Billy, her former friends from the Gray House on the Hill.

A blond Cupid grown slightly older and thinner, Billy Duncan appeared,
with his blond hair and large childish blue eyes an