to me, and he told me that if I wanted advice, to come to him.
Imagine! I'm much too thrilled to go tamely to bed."

"I know," Polly agreed; "my heart was in my throat when he was talking.
I thought he'd never stop. To-morrow I'm going to write Aunt Kate all
about it. Think how delighted she'll be."

Lois smiled happily. "I know she will. She's always been so adorably
interested in everything. I wish I had something to eat," she finished
prosaically.

"I'll go see if Bet and Ange have anything," Polly offered.

She tip-toed out of the door--for the good night bell had rung--and
started toward Betty's room. One of the housemaids was just coming down
the corridor.

"Here's a telegram for you, Miss Polly," she said. "Mrs. Baird told me
to bring it up; it's just come."

Polly took the yellow envelope and tore it open. "Lois," she cried,
joyfully, rushing back to their room. "Look! a wire."

"Bob a hero--he's won his letter."

(Signed) "Jim."

"Isn't that wonderful?" Polly demanded. "Now we'll never get to sleep,"
she added, laughing.

CHAPTER XVIII

FIELD DAY

The two weeks after the exhibition had been taken up by final
examinations--an anxious time for the graduating class.

Seddon Hall kept up a high standard and no girl could receive a diploma
unless her marks showed a high average. When the papers were all
corrected, a notice was posted on the bulletin board of the girls who
had failed. Betty called it the black list.

"I know perfectly well my name will lead them all," she said. They were
waiting in the corridor, for the list was to be posted to-day. "And if
the Spartan has anything to do with it, she'll probably print it extra
large," she added.

Angela and Polly and Lois were with her, and to a less extent they
shared her fears.

"It really doesn't matter so much to you," Angela said; "You're none of
you going to college, but imagine if I flunk anything."

"You can make it up this summer," Lois said.

"Yes, and take entrance exams. No, thanks; I'd prefer entering on
certificate," Angela drawled.

Evelin and Helen came out of the study hall. "Any news yet?" Evelin
asked.

Betty shook her head. "No," she said, solemnly, "it must be a very long
list they are making out. What are you two nervous about?"

"Everything in general," Helen said, hopelessly, "but history in
particular."

"The Dorothys are calmly indifferent," Polly remarked. "Why aren't they
here?"

"They're