“We’ll have to finish these later—come on.” And after a hasty dab at their hair, they hurried out to join the line.
Thanksgiving dinner was a very jolly affair. Each table was decorated with flowers and fruit, and each had a turkey to itself.
Mrs. Baird had her soup with the Seniors; her turkey with the Juniors; her salad with the Sophomores; her dessert with the Freshmen; and her coffee and nuts with the faculty.
It was noticeable that each table enjoyed itself the most and laughed the heartiest during the course that she ate with them.
The afternoon passed quickly, and by six o’clock the girls and faculty were all tramping into the
Assembly Hall, that in the dim shaded light resembled a wooded dell, fit background for the gypsy camp that occupied one end of it.
Supper consisted of chicken salad, all kinds of sandwiches, cake, lemonade and ice cream. Just the sorts of things it’s fun to eat, sitting on the floor, picnic fashion.
In spite of the big dinner, every one ate heartily.
By eight o’clock the musical program was over. Edith Thornton’s little Irish Songs received their well merited applause. Two or three amusing recitations were given and then the fortune telling began.
The younger children were sent into the History room to entangle the spider web of every color twine that wound in and out all over the room. Every child was given her end of her color string, and they at once set out to discover the prize hidden somewhere, and tied firmly to the other end.