A huge favor pie in the shape of a deep red rose ornamented the center, the ribbons reaching to each one's place.

There were pretty, hand-painted place cards, too, tied with red and gold, the sophomore colors.
Mrs.Gray occupied the place of honor at the head of the table.

She was fairly overflowing with happiness and good cheer, as she beamed on first one and then another of her children.
The young people did ample justice to the delicious repast served them.
The favor pie created much amusement, as the favors were chosen to suit the particular personality of each guest.

After every one had finished eating, a season of toasts followed.
"Here's to dear Mrs.Gray," said David, raising his glass of fruit punch, "May she live to be one hundred years old, and grow younger every day.
Drink her down." Mrs.Gray proposed a toast to Mrs.Nesbit, which was drunk with enthusiasm.

Presently every one had been toasted, then Miriam rose and begged permission to speak.
It was unanimously granted.
"I suppose you all think I invited you here to-night for the express purpose of having a good time," she said.