The long lines of benches in the body of the hall were already beginning to fill with girls, their bright hair-ribbons looking almost like a further array of flowers.

Mistresses here and there were ushering them to their places, the Kindergarten children to the front seats, Juniors to the middle, and Seniors to the rear.

Ingred and Nora, motioned by Miss Giles to a bench about three-quarters down the room, took their seats and talked quietly with their nearest neighbors.

A general buzz of conversation, constantly restrained by mistresses, kept rising and then falling again to subdued whispers.

In a short time the hall was full, Miss Perry had opened the piano, and the choir leaders had ranged themselves round her.