Felicity was very hard on her, and Aunt Janet was coldly disapproving, but sweet Cecily forgave her unreservedly, and they walked to the school that night with their arms about each other's waists as usual.
The school-room was crowded with friends and neighbours.

Mr.Perkins was flying about, getting things into readiness, and Miss Reade, who was the organist of the evening, was sitting on the platform, looking her sweetest and prettiest.

She wore a delightful white lace hat with a fetching little wreath of tiny forget-me-nots around the brim, a white muslin dress with sprays of blue violets scattered over it, and a black lace scarf.
"Doesn't she look angelic ?" said Cecily rapturously.
"Mind you," said Sara Ray, "the Awkward Man is here--in the corner behind the door.

I never remember seeing him at a concert before." "I suppose he came to hear the Story Girl recite," said Felicity.

"He is such a friend of hers." The concert went off very well.