They were not disappointed, for Anne's name was the first called.

She had won the Upton Scholarship of two hundred and fifty dollars a year, at whatever college she should decide to enter.
After the scholarships had been disposed of, a representative of each of the three lower classes in turn, beginning with the freshmen, presented the gymnasium money to Miss Thompson.
The freshmen had collected over three hundred dollars, the sophomores five hundred and the juniors six hundred and fifty dollars.

Lastly, Grace rose from her place among her class and presented Miss Thompson with a check for the two thousand dollars, part of which had figured in the limelight of publicity.

And there was one girl in the row of graduates whose heart beat uncomfortably faster for a moment as she thought of how differently it might have all ended for her had it not been for the fearless energy of Grace Harlowe.
It was over at last, the graduates received their diplomas and were admonished as to their future careers by the president of the Board of Education, whose speech concluded the exercises.
As they were leaving the stage, Jessica, whose eyes had been anxiously searching the audience from the beginning of the exercises, gave a little cry and hurrying down the steps, rushed straight into the arms of a brown-eyed girl in a traveling gown who stood waiting at the foot of the steps.
"Oh, you dear Mabel," cried Jessica joyously.

"Where did you come from!" "Mother and I didn't get in until almost nine o'clock, so we came here at once," replied Mabel Allison.