The president of the senior class rose, and facing the juniors poured forth her final words of advice and counsel.

She likened them to a baby in swaddling clothes, and cautioned them to be careful about standing on their feet too early.

It was the usual patronizing speech so necessary to class day.
Julia Crosby smiled a little as the senior exhorted her hearers to never forget the dignity of their station.

She was thinking of the day she crashed into that young woman, in the corridor.

The senior president had manifested the dignity of her station then.
Julia straightened her face and stepped forward to make her reply.