"Where do we go now, Miss Powell?" asked Blakesly as they came to a halt on the opposite side of the campus.
"I think they are all going to the gymnasium building. Won't you come? That is my dominion."
They answered by moving off, Mrs. Blakesly taking Miss Powell's arm. As they streamed away in files she said: "Isn't he good-looking? We've known him for years. He's all right," she said significantly, and squeezed Miss Powell's arm.
"Well, Lou Blakesly, you're the same old irrepressible!"
"Blushing already, you dear! I tell you he's splendid. I wish he'd take to you," and she gave Miss Powell another squeeze. "It would be such a match! Brains and beauty, too."
"Oh, hush!"
They entered the cool, wide hall of the gymnasium, with its red brick walls, its polished floor, and the yellow-red wooden beams lining the ceiling.
There were only a few people remaining in the hall, most of them having passed on into the museum. As they came to the various appliances, Miss Powell explained them.
"What are these things for?" inquired Mrs. Blakesly, pointing at the row of iron rings depending from long ropes.
"They are for swinging on," and she leaped lightly upward and caught and swung by one hand.