She was wearing a becoming suit of blue and a blue hat to match.
"Where's Elfreda ?" asked Grace.

"She's going, too, isn't she ?" Miriam nodded, then said slyly, "If she ever gets ready." Just then an anguished voice called out, "Miriam, please come back.

That pin you fastened in the back of my waist is sticking me and I can't reach it." Miriam flew to the rescue, smothering an involuntary laugh as she ran.
Five minutes later she and Elfreda, in a new brown suit and hat, wearing the expression of a martyr, joined Grace and Anne on the veranda, and the four set out for Exeter Field.
"I'm not going to talk about certain things to-day, Grace, but did you notice that all the girls at our table were as nice with you as ever ?" said Anne in a low tone.
"Yes; I noticed it," returned Grace.

"If they continue to be the same, I shall think that we have been making a mountain of a molehill." "Look at that crowd ahead of us," called Miriam.
A veritable procession of girls wound its way up the hilly street to Exeter Field.

There were big girls and little girls, all talking and laughing happily, until the still October air rang with the sound of their gay, young voices.