coming now," Evelin said. "No news?" she called.

Dot Mead stopped half way down the corridor.

"This suspense is killing me," she said, "we've been trying to study our
parts, but it's no use."

"This awful delay argues the very worst," Betty said. "We've all flunked
everything, and all those beautiful new diplomas will never be used.
What a cruel waste."

"Betty, do try and be a little more cheerful," Polly pleaded; "can't you
see my knees are knocking together? Oh, if I ever live through this
week!"

"That's the way I feel," Lois agreed, forlornly. "I've a million and one
things to do and no time. Think of it, Field Day to-morrow!"

"And that means, we ought to be practicing all day to-day," Evelin said.

"Exactly, but if I practice to-day, I won't know my part for the play. I
do wish Portia hadn't talked so much," Lois answered.

"Then there's all the things to see to about the dance," Angela added.

"And the Commencement Hymn to learn," Helen reminded them.

"The game's the most important," Polly said, decidedly, "but I don't
want any of the team to do any practicing. Some one would be sure to get
hurt."

"What are you going to do about Eleanor?" Betty asked.

"Give her a chance," Polly told her; "but she knows that the first foul
she makes I take her out and put Maud in."

"Good! was she hurt?" Lois asked.

"No; she understands, and she's promised to be very careful--"

"Oh, where--oh, where is that list?" Dorothy Lansing returned to the
subject with a sigh.

They waited in silence for a while longer, and at last their patience
was rewarded. They heard a step on the stair and Mrs. Baird came towards
them.

"What is this? a Senior class meeting?" she asked, smiling.

"No," Betty answered for them all. "We're waiting in agonized suspense
for the exam list."

"Why, you poor children," Mrs. Baird laughed; "there isn't any list this
year. You all passed in everything."

There was an exclamation of joyful relief from the girls.

"Thank goodness!" from Polly. "Now we can breathe in peace. Oh, but I'm
glad!"

"Wasn't it fortunate I happened to come up," Mrs. Baird laughed. "You
might have waited all afternoon. I really came to tell you that I have
made arrangements at the hotel for all your families for the night
before Commencement, and to find out if you expected any one here for
the game to-morrow. Your mother and father are coming, Betty. I heard
from them to-day."

"My uncle is coming if