“Oberon. Neither Lilian or I are really small enough for fairies, but in the costumes we look smaller. I hope the play will go all right. The girls are all really working now that the time is so near. They are rehearsing some of the scenes now out on the campus.”
“Wouldn’t it be awful if it rained and we had to give it indoors?”
“If it rains one day, they will whisk around the program and put the Glee Club concert on or something.”
“Just think, girls, only two more weeks now for us at Greycliff, and then we go away forever!” This was Cathalina. “I came with tears, and I shall probably leave in tears or something like it!”
“I certainly shall shed tears if we don’t win that debate,” said Isabel.
“You will,” said Cathalina. “That comes off next week, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, on our regular night, next Friday night. Come on, Virgie. Even thinking of it is enough to start me thinking of the arguments.”
Isabel and Virgie departed, while Diane took exception to Cathalina’s statement that they had two weeks still as seniors. “This is Saturday, Cathalina, and you know that the exercises of Commencement week are cut short this year. I don’t imagine that we shall have half the company we usually do, either. The Inter-Society Debate will be on Friday night; the play a week from today; Sunday, the baccalaureate sermon in the Chapel; Monday, our honors presented, and class day exercises in the afternoon, Glee Club concert in the evening; Tuesday, diplomas.”
“When are we going to have our society reception and our senior society diplomas?” asked Betty.
“When are we? I had forgotten that. Hilary, you are president, what about it?”