"Are my eyes a sight ?" "Also David and Tom," added Anne.

"No, children, you haven't wept enough to permanently disfigure your charming faces.

If the boys had not appeared we might now be weeping in a melancholy row.

I had no idea that Jessica's secret was to be a positive tragedy." "Neither had I," responded Grace soberly, laying an affectionate hand on Jessica's arm.
There was no time for further remarks on the subject, for the four young men were crossing the last field in record time.

As they neared the row of young women Hippy Wingate picked up his coat and pirouetted toward them, a wide smile on his round face, as he chanted gayly in a high voice: "Children go, to and fro In a merry pretty row; Faces bright, all alight, 'Tis a happy, happy sight.
Swiftly turning round and round, Do not look upon the ground; Follow me, full of glee, Singing merrily." With each line of the song Hippy executed a most astonishing figure, ending on "merrily" with a funny pas-seul that turned the sorrow of the lately disconsolate audience to laughter.
"How did you like that ?" he inquired affably, as he landed directly in front of the steps.