At last the fateful day arrived. Janet, neat from top to toe and clad in the “darling spring suit,” said goodbyes that turned out to be rather tearful in the end, to a host of girls assembled in the parlors and halls of the Hilliard school.
“Sure you come back next fall, Janet!”
“Come down for Commencement if your uncle will let you!”
“We’ll miss you awfully in the spring fête, Janet!”
“That blue suit with the gray tones is too utterly sweet on you for anything, Janet.”
“’Bye, Jannetje Van Meter Eldon. Give the Dutchman my best regards.”
All this, to be sure, was before Miss Hilliard appeared from her room to take Janet to the taxi which was waiting outside. And funniest of all, several of the girls, who knew more about where Janet was going than the rest, took hands and sang softly around Janet:
“O Uncle Pieter,
Pieter Van Meter
Ain’t no one sweeter,