Now, that's all, I think.
I'll be hidden in the laboratory until my turn comes.

Good-bye and good luck!" In another instant he was off on his motor cycle.
Six figures, well disguised in dominoes of as many hues, presently appeared on the ball room floor, just in time for the grand march.

It was a pity no one, except the lone teacher, was permitted to look at the brilliant picture.

But such was the tradition of the class.

After the march, ten ballet girls in tarlatan skirts, their faces concealed by little black satin masks, gave a performance.