At that minute the music stopped and Alice and Uncle Hal appeared at the door of the room.
"You don't mean to say," demanded Hal, "that you are letting my niece sit in the president's chair—the sacred chair of the president of the Crimson?"
"You didn't think you were going to keep it yourself, did you?" laughed Lawrence, "I must say Mary Jane looks every bit as well in it as you did!"
"But what are you doing?" asked Hal.
"Going into the boot and shoe business—repairing department," announced Lawrence. "And if I don't get the job I want on the Boston Transcript, I'm going to open a shop of my own. How's that feel, now?" he added as he slipped the shoe back on.
Mary Jane set her foot gingerly onto the floor. Then, as it didn't hurt, she pressed, harder and harder.
"It's all right," she said with great relief, "my, but you know a lot and I'm so much obliged!"
"You're entirely welcome," said Mr. Echart smilingly, "we do find a college education useful sometimes," he added teasingly, "even if it's only for stuffing copy paper into young ladies' shoes. Now where do we go from here?"
"Back to the yard for the music and lights," said Hal, and back to the yard they all went and found themselves chairs where they could hear the singing and watch the beautiful picture made by the throngs of people, the gay lights and the gleaming fountain.
WINNING THE GAME