April Hopes

"that I can't stand in Dan Mavering. Why couldn't he have warned us that it was getting near the time? Why should he have gone on pretending that there was n

an?" asked Mrs.

lice, who was walking detached and neglected by the preoccupation of

h

Day. But I hope we shall

ers of seats along the equally unlovely red bulks of Hollis and of Harvard. These seats, and the windows in the stories above them, were densely packed with people, mostly young girls dressed in a thousand enchanting shades and colours, and bonneted and hatted to the last effect of fashion. They were like vast terraces of flowers to the swift glance, and here and there some brilliant parasol, spread to catch the sun on the higher ranks, was like a flaunting poppy, rising to the light and lolling out above the bloo

eness in different crouching and stooping postures at their feet, when the Junior Class filed into the green enclosure amidst the 'rahs of their friends; and sank in long ranks on the grass beside the chapel. Then the Sophomores appeared, and were received with cheers by the Juniors, with whom they joined, as soon as they were placed, in heaping ign

bury to her daughter: "Can you make

amma!" plead

ing the first of a long list of personages, beginning with the President, and ranging through their favourites in the Faculty down to Billy the Postman. The leader who invited th

ering over heads and shoulders to make a desperate lunge and snatch at the flowers, and then fall back into the fluctuant heap again. Yells, cries, and clappings of hands came from the other students, and the spectators in the seats, involuntarily dying away almost to silence as some stronger or wilfuler aspirant held his own on the heads and shoulders of the others, or was stayed there by his friends among t

"Isn't it terrible?" She would not have missed it on any acc

d Mrs. Saintsbury. "Oh, lo

mass below, and staying himself with one hand against the tree, rapidly stripped away the remnants of the wreath, and flung them into the crowd under him. A sing

rs in his hand. He looked dizzily about, as if not sure, of his course; then his face, flushed and heated, with the hair pulled over the eyes, brigh

lly the right to do it? What will people think? Will he give them to me for her, or w

sing through her mind, young Mavering had reached them, and had paused in a moment's hesitation before his father. With a bow of affectionate

licate! how perfect!" Mrs.

said the elder Mavering, offering her the b

Mrs. Pasmer. "For Mrs.

s. Saintsbury at once tran

lice;" and at this consummation Dan Ma

always do the right th

an say of you, Mr. Ma

owers. It was as if she had been too intent upon them and him