The programme was over now, and Muriel Brown sought out the Forbes party to invite them to the refreshment room.
"I feel that I know you," she laughed, "from Dad's description. He says the fair girl is Miss Fayre, and the rosy girl, Miss Rose."
"Oh, that's it, is it?" cried Ted; "then this is Miss Forbes, and now all the problems are solved!" He looked at Bernice, who acknowledged the fact, and then Muriel was pounced upon by a rush of young people, and literally carried away.
"Great girl, Muriel," said young Hosmer. "Never saw such a favourite. I say, mayn't we take you girls to the supper room? Or don't you eat?"
"Indeed we do," said Alicia, laughing, "but I may as well own up I'm so interested in looking about me, I'm not conscious of hunger."
"Well, come ahead to the dining-room, and you can eat and look about at the same time. I'll corral a couple more henchmen to help in your services and we'll flock by ourselves."
Geordie whistled to a couple of his chums, whom he presented as Marly
Turner and Sam Graves.
"Now," went on Geordie, who was a born manager, "we're eight of us,—that's enough for a table to our own selves. Nail one, Samivel."
The way to the dining-room lay through a crush of guests, every one, it seemed, headed in a different direction.
"Why don't they all go one way?" asked Dotty,