She was the embodiment of life and danced with such apparent unconcern that the mind of more than one sophomore was divided as to whether to cleave to Miriam or renew their former allegiance to Grace.
It was well after one o'clock when the "Home, Sweet Home" waltz sounded.
The floor was well filled with dancers, for the majority of the guests had remained until the end of the ball.

As the last strains of the music died away the sophomores sent their class yell echoing through the gymnasium.
It was answered by the various yells of the other classes, given with true High School fervor.

Each class trying to outdo the other in the making of noise.
Sleepy chaperons began gathering up their charges.

The sophomore ball was a thing of the past.
"These late hours and indigestible suppers are bound to break down my delicate constitution yet," Hippy confided to Nora.
"In that case I shall make it a point to see that you don't receive any more invitations to our parties," Nora answered cruelly.

"Then you can stay at home and build up that precious health of yours." "Don't mention it," replied Hippy hastily.