“We’ve beaten last year’s class average in
marks,” announced a voice from the shadow. “The Spartan told me so.”
“Disagreeable, funny old Spartan! I’ll even miss her,” murmured some one else.
“We’ve been popular, too, I think,” mused another voice.
“Louise’s name will be on the cup twice as basket-ball captain.” It was Mary Reeves speaking. “And no one will ever say Field Day wasn’t the finest game in years.”
There was silence for a few minutes and then Madelaine said:
“Wonder what the next class will be like?”
Florence Guile was gazing into the fire.
“Not much, I’m afraid,” she drawled. “They’re too studious.”
“I’ve been here four years, and it breaks my heart to leave,” Louise spoke for the first time.