“A little regular study on the part of each one of you girls every day—” Miss Lucinda began.
“But,” Blue Bonnet broke in, “nothing is too regular out there, not even the meals; that’s the delightful part of it.”
And Grandmother laughed at the sudden look in Cousin Honoria’s and Cousin Augusta’s eyes.
At last, the twenty-second really came; Blue Bonnet, standing before the glass, while Aunt Lucinda buttoned the long line of tiny buttons down the back of the new white gown, decided that going to school has its attractions, Closing Day being one of them. And later, sitting in her place in the big assembly-room, sharing the common thrill of eager excitement in the air, she was sure of it.
The graduation exercises were to take place that night. Blue Bonnet was not much interested in those; she was waiting for the great moment of the morning—the announcing of the names of the winners of the Sargent prizes.
It came at last, the tall boy who had taken her in to supper the night of her dance leading the list; Blue Bonnet thought his subject sounded very dull, like himself. If only Mr. Hunt would hurry along to Alec’s class! Would Alec—
“‘Remember the Alamo,’” Mr. Hunt read presently, “Alexander Morton Trent.”
It was General Trent who led the applause that time.
“Now our room!” Kitty whispered. “It’ll be Hester—for the girls!”
But it was not Hester.