And all of our other friends, how strange and unnatural they seemed.
Their most intimate friends would scarcely have recognized them.
Margaret was a fat, jolly Falstaff, stuffed out to immense proportions.
Edith was entirely disguised as a jester and enjoyed her own quips
immensely when she tapped a visitor on the shoulder with her bauble and
said, "Good morrow, fair maid, art looking for a swain?"

And now four little heralds advanced down the campus bearing long
trumpets, antique in shape, on which the sun sparkled brilliantly. At
the center of the campus they paused and blew four long resonant blasts
and then cried in one voice:

"Make way for their Majesties, the King and Queen, and all the Royal
Court." And the pageant began to unwind its sinuous length along the
campus lawn, and all the rustic players who formed the rabble fell in
behind the royal personages and their brilliant train.

It was really a wonderfully beautiful picture, one to be remembered
always with pride by Wellingtonians and with pleasure by outsiders who
had gathered by the hundreds on the lawn. After the pageant came the May
pole dancers and the wandering musicians, the Morality Play and the
rustic dances.

There were hundreds of things to see. Mildred Brown, rushing from one
charming performance to another, felt almost as if it really was an old
English May Day Festival. The spirit of the actor rustics pervaded her
and she was full of excitement and wonder at the whole marvelous
performance.

At last the entire company gathered in front of the now historic site of
Queen's Cottage and there amid the shrubbery and the tall old forest
trees the seniors gave their performance of "As You Like It."

"I don't believe Marlowe and Sothern could do it a bit better,"
exclaimed Mildred proudly. "Aren't they wonderful?"

"Isn't Miss Molly wonderful?" said Jimmy Lufton.

"Yes, indeed, I am proud of my little sister to-day, prouder than ever
of her."

A man in a gray suit fanning himself with a straw hat turned around and
looked at Mildred curiously. His face was lined with fatigue, for nobody
had worked harder than he over the Festival. But he was not too tired to
be interested in Mildred Brown.

"So they are the brother and sister," he said to himself. "And a very
good-looking pair they are. I must try and meet them to-morrow. Ask them
to tea in the Quadrangle. Miss Molly would like that, I think. But not
that young Lufton," he added half angril