“Not at all. The juniors entertain the seniors tonight. Senior yell, girls,—Seniors, rah! seniors, rah; Rah, rah! Seniors!”
The “Consolation Party” that night presented quite a different scene from the afternoon. The new summer gowns, in white or bright colors, were brought out from closets or wardrobes to grace their owners. One of the society halls was decked for the occasion with flowers and junior colors and the winning crew composed the reception committee. The refreshments were served from a pretty table at one end of the long room, and two junior girls pinned on the guests little canoes of folded crepe paper, prepared beforehand by the joint committee. They now bore the label “Junior,” added since the race.
“Do you mind much, Cathalina?” asked Isabel, in almost repentant tones.
“No, Isabel! To tell the truth,—but I must remember that I’m a senior. Only it seems nice for you to have put it through so wonderfully. The glory is all yours, so have no regrets.”
CHAPTER XIII
MUSIC AND MASKS
“Oh, the music for our play is too lovely!” exclaimed Lilian, entering Lakeview Suite and starting to put away her violin.
Isabel who was visiting the girls, looked up inquiringly.
“It’s the Mendelssohn music, you know, written for the Midsummer Night’s Dream. I wish I were playing in the orchestra. I’ve been helping practice.”
“Couldn’t you play part of the time with them?”
“Not very well in costume. I might do it for a while, though. I don’t come on until the third act, and the second scene at that,—Enter Titania, with her train.”