Marjorie Dean College Junior

tense Barlow, Eva Ingram, Nella Sherman and Mary Cornell had also been invited. Shortly after seven the elect started for Silverton Hall, primed for a jubilant evening. Besides th

red among them. Helen had also composed a Nonsense Ode which

the Hall was filled. Across one of its lower corners had been hung a heavy green curtain. What it concealed only those who had arranged the surprise knew. Elaine had b

greeting them at the door. "You can't give them to Elaine yourselves. We've arrang

dered her gift to Portia. "I alw

uquets they kept. Entering the reception hall, Elaine stepped forward to welcome them and r

white chiffon frock and sat down on the lower step of the stairs to enjoy their fragrance. "I am not allowed in the living room, girls. Everyone can go in there but poor me. I thank you for these

tonites. When the last guest had arrived and been ushered into the reception room, from somewhere in the house a bell suddenly tinkled. In order to give more s

g the life of the greenwood men. Four merry men, their green cambric costumes carefully modeled after the attire of Robin Hood and his followers, had come to t

sed into the adjoining room. The other three faithful servitors followed their leader. The last one carried a viol

Elaine to the fiddler's plaintive tune. Statione

with a hatchet, had laboriously chopped down a small maple and brought it to the house from the woods on the afternoon previous. Its branches were as well loaded with packages

er an ancient ballad to the accompaniment of the violin. Followed a short speech by the tallest of the four congratulating her, in stately language on the anniversary of her birth. Three

en and white straw basket, piled high with gifts. These duly presented, the quaint bit of fores

uavering voice. "I'm not half over the shock of so much wealth yet. I simply ca

s nice new playthings up to her room. So there! Tomorrow's Saturday. You can spend the afternoon exploring. We

n that half of the room. We can roll the rug up from the other end exactly half way. That will give room and a smooth floor for dancing stunts. We sha

ke a humorous address to the guests. Her announcement sent them into a flutter. At least half

e and announced "'Home Sweet Home,' by our domestic animals." A rooster lustily crowed the first few bars of the old song, then two hens took it up. They relinquished it in favor of a bleating lamb. It was succeeded by a pair of grunting

eeping fairly in tune, was clever in the extreme. Her final conce

k of time, encores would have to be dispensed with. The guests had receiv

responded with the one stunt she could do to perfection. She had half closed her eyes, opened her mouth to its widest extent, and wailed a popular so

opera singer. Lucy Warner surprised her chums by a fine recital of "The Chambered Nautilus," giving the quiet dramatic emphasis needed to bring out Holmes' poem. Marie Peyton danced a

Lynne," Portia announced, smiling invitingly at Ronny. "Wait a minute

she laughed. Though she had yet to dance for the first time at H

g to do? Mustn't refuse. Everyone else has been so obliging

quire special costumes." Ronny glanced dubiously at the white and gold evening f

ause of her art, loses her sweetheart. She becomes so despondent that no amount of praise can lift her from her gloom. She tries to decide whether she had best kill her rival or herself. Finally she decides to ki

ficient on the violin from childhood, and possessed a wide musical repertoire, both vocal and instrumental, played over a few measures of a valse lente. Her mus

ve strains of the waltz, Ronny became the court dancer. In perfect time to the music she made the low sweeping salutes to an imaginary court, then executed a swaying, beautiful dance of intricate steps in which her whole body see

gesture at the hub-bub her dance had created. By the time she was ready to continue

dance, she threw her whole heart into the story she was endeavoring to convey by motion. When she had finished she was tired

ecome one of tense purpose. Every line of her figure had now become charged with the desire for revenge. Every step of the dance and movement of the arm

he meaning of it without difficulty. A united sighing breath of appreciation went up as she concluded the Terps

o realize that Ronny was herself and a fellow student. She had cast over them the perfect illusion of the tragic dan

s round face was wreathed with smiles over Ronny's triumph. "I shall go in for interpretative

to interpret?" Mur

tell you if I had. I should expect to practice my dance awhile bef

d better try it on me first when you are ready to burst upon

et's interview the orchestra. Phil

so coming in for adulation. The addition of Jerry and Muriel to the group was soon noticeable by the burst of la

ily-decorated room with its flower-trimmed tables, the Wayland Hall girls were pleasantly surprised to see Signor Baretti in charge there. While he had repeatedly refused at various times to cater for p

ne, and joined in singing one stanza of "Auld Lang Syne." With the last note of the song hasty goodnights were said.

the steps of Silverton Hall. "But, oh, my goodness me, haven't we had a fine time? Tonight was like our good old San