The Commencement exercises were a great success. The Seniors all looked beautiful and made
their relatives and friends very proud of them. Polly and Lois managed the Ribbons without any trouble and added greatly to the dignity of the scene.
Once during the chaplain’s short address they caught Betty’s eye just as he said “certainly not,” and they almost laughed. It was a terrible moment, but the loud “amen” that soon followed saved the day and gave them a chance to snicker without being noticed.
“I’ll kill Bet for that,” whispered Polly, as they walked sedately down the aisle after the Seniors at the close of the service.
But the excitement of leaving made her forget her threat, when fifteen minutes later she and Lois and Betty met in the latter’s room.
“There, I think I’ve packed everything,” sighed Betty. “Jemima, how I hate to leave!”
“‘When shall we three meet again?’” quoted Lois. “Sometime this summer, I hope.”
“It would be a lark if we could be together some of the time, wouldn’t it?” mused Polly. “Perhaps we can. Who knows?”
“I am going down, now,” announced Betty. “I want to say hello to Mr. Pendleton. If I don’t see you two again, why good-by and don’t forget to write.” And she was gone. Not for worlds would she have displayed the emotion she felt.
Polly and Lois stole down to Senior Alley for a last good-by to Louise and dragged her down to meet their families. Then after much kissing,