lovely colors; the rustic dances and open air plays on the
campus."

Judy's eyes sparkled and her face was flushed with excitement. With her
amazing faculty for visualizing, the spectacle of the pageant stretched
before her imagination like a great colored print. She saw the capering
jesters in cap and bells; ox carts filled with rustics; the pageant of
knights and ladies and royal personages; the players; the dancers----

"It would be too glorious," she cried, beside herself from her inflamed
imagination.

The other girls, unable to follow Judy's brilliant vision, watched her
with amused curiosity.

"I should think you would remember that Professor Green was at his
death's door before you began making plans for a jubilee," admonished
Nance.

But Judy, too intoxicated with her visions to notice Nance's reproof,
continued:

"They would have it in May, of course, when the weather is warm and
everything is in bloom. First would come the pageant; then the king and
queen and court would gather as spectators in front of all the various
side shows; morality plays and----"

The picture had now become so real to Judy that her galloping
imagination had leaped over every difficulty, as the hunter leaps the
intervening fence rail. In a flash she had decided on her own costume,
of violet velvet and silk--a gentleman of the court, perhaps--when
Molly, sitting pale and quiet beside the window, suddenly remarked:

"Miss Walker did look very serious this morning, I thought. Just before
chapel I saw her in the court talking to Dr. McLean. She must have had
bad news then."

Judy's inflated enthusiasm collapsed like a pricked balloon. She flushed
hotly and relapsed into silence. Presently, after the others had
departed to their rooms, she crept over to Molly and sunk on her knees
beside her at the open window.

"I didn't mean to be such a brute, Molly, darling," she said. "I forgot
about your being such friends with the Greens and I really am awfully
sorry about the Professor. Will you forgive me?"

"You foolish, fond old Judy," said Molly, slipping an arm around her
friend's neck. "I only dimly heard your wanderings. I was so busy
thinking of--of other things; sending out hope thoughts like Madeleine
Petit. Poor Miss Green! I wonder if she knows. She has been in Europe
all summer. I had post cards from her every now and then."

Molly looked wistfully through the darkness in the direction of the
infirmary. "I wish I knew h