"That would be two dollars and a half apiece.
I am willing to do with that much less fuss on my graduating gown, if the rest of you are." "I am," said Grace.
"So am I," replied Jessica and Anne together.
"I am sure the other four girls will be of the same mind," said Grace.
"I'll see them to-morrow." The four other members of the Phi Sigma Tau were duly interviewed and by Monday of commencement week the twenty dollars had been added to the fund deposited in Upton Bank.
The prophecy made by Jessica on class day at the end of their sophomore year was about to be fulfilled to the letter, for the four chums had been appointed to the very honors to which she had jestingly assigned them two years before.

Anne was chosen as class poet, and Jessica had composed both the words and music of the class song.

Grace was to prophesy the futures of her various classmates, while Nora had been detailed to write the class grinds.
"To-day is the day of days," exclaimed Grace to her mother on Tuesday, as she smoothed out a tiny wrinkle in her class-day gown, which she lovingly inspected for the fifth time before putting it on.

It was a pale blue marquisette embroidered in tiny daisies, and Grace declared it to be far prettier than her graduating gown of white organdie trimmed with fine lace.
"Nora has the dearest little pale green marquisette, mother," cried Grace with enthusiasm, "and Jessica's gown is pink silk, while Anne has a white silk muslin with violets scattered all over it.

I've seen them all, but I must say that I think mine is the nicest and you're a perfect dear, mother, for having embroidered it for me," and, giving her mother a tempestuous hug, Grace gathered her class-day finery in her arms and rushed upstairs to dress for the afternoon that the senior class looked forward to more than to graduation night itself.
The Phi Sigma Tau met in the senior locker-room for the last time and proceeded to Assembly Hall in a body.
"How strange it seems to be going to Assembly Hall instead of the gym.
for class day," remarked Miriam Nesbit to Grace.
"Yes, doesn't it ?" returned Grace.