A week had passed since the beginning of the spring term, and Miriam, Elfreda, Grace and Anne were strolling across the campus enjoying the tender beauty of a late April day.
[Illustration: The Four Friends Were Strolling Across the Campus.] "I imagine she did," said Miriam.

"I have an idea she is likely to win, too.

I can appreciate her ability if I can't wax enthusiastic over her disposition." "I am so tired of being asked what my play was about," declared Anne.
"Everyone seems to take it for granted that I wrote one.

I only wish I were clever enough to write a play or even a sketch." "The announcement is to be made to-morrow isn't it ?" asked Miriam.
Grace nodded.

"Miss Duncan told me yesterday that there had been only fourteen manuscripts handed in.