suggest a lapse of time.

So far the Greek tableaux had been dominated by single figures,
chiefly the hero of the poem.

Now a change occurs.

In the courtyard before the palace Penelope is seen to appear
accompanied by her maidens.

A serene and stately Penelope robed in ivory and gold, her ash-brown
hair braided and coiled low on her neck, a gold band in her hair, Joan
Peters had never looked so handsome.

About her the troop of maidens like a swarm of brilliant, many-colored
flowers.

They moved from the yard and onto a broad space of ground untouched by
tree or shrub. Here the grass had been closely cut so that it formed a
velvet greensward.

Penelope stands in the background and her maidens advance.

They were sixteen in number and represented the four seasons.

As Kara's illness made it impossible for her to be of their number,
the sixteen girls were not alone Girl Scouts from the camp in
Beechwood Forest. Four of them were gowned in white, four in pale
green, four in blue and four in scarlet.

Their costumes were like the simple, flowing draperies of the Greek
dancing girls seen upon the friezes of the ancient Parthenon at
Athens.

Carefully Mrs. Phillips had made a study of every detail of Greek
dancing and costuming. Anxious to impress the people of Westhaven with
her ability as a teacher of dancing, she appreciated that no such
opportunity as the present one would be offered her again.

Evan Phillips was to lead the Greek Dance of the Four Seasons; one of
the dancers representing winter, she was dressed in white and silver.

Advancing, the entire line made a streak of rainbow beauty upon the
farther edge of the silver stream of water.

The line recedes, forming a crescent about the solitary dancer.

Then Evan danced alone. Her dancing was a series of graceful gestures,
of movements of her arms and postures of her body, not toe dancing or
a skilful employment of her feet, such as we associate with modern
dancing.

In the midst of her dancing she summons the four seasons to advance.
Winter comes first. They seem to be blown forward by a gust of winter
wind that sets them dancing and shivering forward. Supposedly the snow
falls and their arms, partly covered by delicate white draperies, are
raised as a shield.

The sun shines, the snow melts and they move backward to give place to
the birth of spring, the four Girl Scouts in shimmering green
costumes.

The dance of the Spring recalled Eva