I hope we shall be a credit to the class." "Don't talk so loudly, Nora.

I feel as if we were surrounded by spies to-day.

Everybody has been so mysterious and queer." "One thing is practically certain," whispered Grace: "I believe it was Miriam who told the sophomores about the Omnibus House.

Why else did they invite her to their ball ?" "We can never prove it, though," said one of the others, "unless we get her up a tree some day and make her admit it." "Remember, Anne," cautioned Grace, when they came to the cross street leading to the Pierson cottage, "eight o'clock sharp at my house! And don't bother about things.

We shall have more than enough among us." At half-past eight that night the sound of a stringed orchestra floated out on the breeze as the door of the gymnasium swung back and forth to admit disguised sophomores, who each whispered the countersign to the doorkeeper, after running the gauntlet of the waiting crowd, and slipped in.
The music was furnished by a troupe of women players especially engaged to play in this Adamless Eden.