Garnet and Winona helped with mandoline and guitar, so the general result was quite orchestral.

During the performance of this chef-d'oeuvre some of the prefects went round with collecting bags, which were passed along the benches.
"Come, my dark-eyed honey, And help to spend my money," chanted the minstrels lustily, and the audience smiled at the appropriateness of the words.
It was felt that the Symposium had been an enormous success.

The girls were quite loath to leave, and dispersed slowly from the gymnasium.

Many eyes were turned on Winona and Garnet as they carried their instruments down from the platform.

"Who are they ?" every one was asking, for so far their names were not known outside their own form.