Pinned to one sleeve was a note from Mrs.Gray, asking her to accept the gift in memory of the other Anne--Mrs.Gray's young daughter--who had passed away years ago.

There were tears in Anne's eyes as she told them about it, the girls agreeing with her that there was no one in the world quite so utterly dear as Mrs.Gray.
"I'm glad we're early," whispered Nora.

"We can watch the classes come in.
See, that place is for the juniors.

It is roped off with their colors and the other side belongs to the seniors." "How fine the gym.

looks," remarked Anne.