The new wing had been a little difficult at first, for the suggestion had come from the old wing, and they were jealous, but the Seniors had smoothed things over, and when the day came it found them all united.
Church took up most of the morning. It was a long walk to the little building set in a clump of protecting pines, where the school worshipped. The sermon was long, and it was not until after one o’clock that they reached Hilltop.
Luncheon was spread informally on the two long service tables, and the girls helped themselves. Dinner was to be at six o’clock, so that there would be plenty of time afterwards for the final preparations.
Miss Hull had been invited to come to the ballroom at eight o’clock, but apart from that, she had no idea what was going to happen. The girls had all kept it a profound secret, and only Miss Slocum of the faculty knew the plans.
“Daphne, darling, please don’t stuff so,” Janet implored in an agonized whisper behind Miss Jenks’s back. “If you eat another mouthful, you will never be able to get into that bodice this evening.”
“More secrets,” Miss Jenks laughed. “It’s a good thing we won’t have to wait much longer, for I couldn’t stand it.”
“Neither could I,” Miss Remsted agreed. “I can’t remember ever being so curious or so excited.”
“Tell us who’s idea it was anyway?” Miss Jenks begged.
“It was a combination,” Prue exclaimed. “Sally started it, and Glad finished it.”
“What a truly wonderful combination!” Miss Remsted said smiling.