How Class Day ended and how she got into her own room in the hotel, Mary Jane never in the world could have told you. She had a hazy recollection of singing, and lights, and crowds of people passing and re-passing; of more singing, and more lights, flashing through water and of people stopping to talk to her mother and Uncle Hal and their friends; of Mr. Echart inquiring about her shoe, and of Uncle Hal slipping on the black pumps that he must have gone to his room to get, and putting the white ones in his pocket. And then, later, of being picked up and carried to a taxi and of dozing comfortably against her mother during a long ride. But more than that she didn't know.
And now the sun was shining and her mother was standing at the side of the bed, dressed and ready to go and asking if Mary Jane was ever going to wake up.
"Is it all over?" asked Mary Jane sleepily, "Class Day and everything all over?"
"Class Day is over," replied Mrs. Merrill, "but everything isn't. Don't you remember that to-day is the game, the baseball game between Harvard and Yale?"
"Oh, yes," said Mary Jane sitting up in bed and wide awake at once, "it's the game Harvard wins and we see 'em do it."
"You certainly are loyal enough to suit even your Uncle Hal!" exclaimed Mrs. Merrill laughingly. "He never will forget how you told everyone within hearing that you were going to Harvard when you grew up."
"Did I really, Mother?" cried Mary Jane in dismay, "when?" She forgot all about being sleepy and sat straight up in bed.
"Yes, my dear, you did," replied Mrs. Merrill. "When Hal was trying to wake you up enough to get you into the taxi you said you didn't want to leave Harvard and that you were going to be president of the Crimson like Uncle Hal. And then, when he told you that you were too young, you announced that you were coming when you grew up."
"Well, anyway, Mother," interrupted Alice anxious to comfort her sister, "we are coming to Wellesley, you know, that's all settled and Wellesley is almost Harvard."
"Don't you worry!" laughed Mrs. Merrill, "Uncle Hal wasn't bothered. He was so proud to have you like it all and so pleased the way you met all his friends, that he liked to have you want to come—you just ask him to-day and you'll see.