Those who had felt lumps rising in their throats at the music, laughed.

A buzz of conversation began, and soon the graduates were surrounded by their families and friends.
The gymnasium gradually cleared.

The seniors hurried off to their banquet on the lawn and one more class day glided off to find its place with those of the past.
"Wasn't it perfectly lovely ?" sighed Jessica, as they made their way out.
"I think commencement week has even more thrills in it than Christmas," Nora replied.

"Wait till we have our class day.

You shall write the class poem, Anne, and Jessica the song." "I speak for the class prophecy," said Grace.
"That leaves nothing for me but the grinds.