High School girls in gala attire were seen hurrying up the broad walk leading to the main door of the school building.
It was the day of all days, to those about to graduate.

Of course, receiving one's diploma was the most important feature, but class day lay nearest the heart.
The exercises were to be held in the gymnasium.
The junior and senior classes had brought in half the woods to beautify the big room, and Oakdale gardens had been ruthlessly forced to give up their wealth of bud and bloom in honor of the occasion.
It was customary for the seniors to invite the junior class, who always sat in a body at one side of the gymnasium; while the seniors sat on the opposite side.

The rest of the space was given up to the families of the seniors and their friends.

Lucky, indeed, were those who could obtain an invitation to this most characteristic of class functions.
The four girl chums had been among the fortunate recipients of invitations.

A very pretty picture they made as they followed the usher, one of the junior class, to their seats.
Grace wore a gown of pale blue organdie that was a marvel of sheer daintiness.