She was like a chemist who had brought together, quite ignorantly and unwittingly, the two elements of an explosive.

She thought that her valedictory must have been well done, that they liked it, and that was all.

She had no sooner finished reading than the ushers began in the midst of the storm of applause to approach the stage with her graduating presents.

They were laden with great bouquets and baskets of flowers, with cards conspicuously attached to most of them.

Cynthia Lennox had sent a basket of roses.