"Hurrah!" His example was quickly followed and the noise of the cheering brought people to their doors to see what the excitement was about.
"Do stop," protested Grace.

"People will begin asking all sorts of questions." "Don't interfere with our simple pleasures," expostulated Hippy.

"Let us howl in peace.

High School yell next, please." By the time the party had reached the center of the town where their ways parted, the shadow cast by the near accident had almost disappeared.
By eight o'clock that evening the last guest had arrived, and the Harlowe's hospitable home was the scene of radiant good cheer.

Mrs.
Gray, enthroned in a big chair in one corner of the drawing room, was in her element, and the young folks vied with each other in doing her homage.