"Oh, where—oh, where is that list?" Dorothy Lansing returned to the subject with a sigh.
They waited in silence for a while longer, and at last their patience was rewarded. They heard a step on the stair and Mrs. Baird came towards them.
"What is this? a Senior class meeting?" she asked, smiling.
"No," Betty answered for them all. "We're waiting in agonized suspense for the exam list."
"Why, you poor children," Mrs. Baird laughed; "there isn't any list this year. You all passed in everything."
There was an exclamation of joyful relief from the girls.
"Thank goodness!" from Polly. "Now we can breathe in peace. Oh, but I'm glad!"
"Wasn't it fortunate I happened to come up," Mrs. Baird laughed. "You might have waited all afternoon. I really came to tell you that I have made arrangements at the hotel for all your families for the night before Commencement, and to find out if you expected any one here for the game to-morrow. Your mother and father are coming, Betty. I heard from them to-day."
"My uncle is coming if he possibly can," Polly added.
"Mother and Dad will surely be here," Lois said, "and so will Bob; but he'll be late."