The gymnasium gradually cleared. The seniors hurried off to their banquet on the lawn and one more class day glided off to find its place with those of the past.
"Wasn't it perfectly lovely?" sighed Jessica, as they made their way out.
"I think commencement week has even more thrills in it than Christmas," Nora replied. "Wait till we have our class day. You shall write the class poem, Anne, and Jessica the song."
"I speak for the class prophecy," said Grace.
"That leaves nothing for me but the grinds. But that job would be greatly to my taste," said Nora.
"What about the rest of the class?" inquired Anne, smiling at this monopoly of class honors. "Are we to carry off all the glory!"
"Without a doubt," Jessica answered. "After us there are no more."
"Be sure to come to my house for supper Thursday evening," said Grace. "We are to go to commencement together, you know. The boys are coming, too."
The chums parted with many expressions of satisfaction over the pleasant afternoon's entertainment.
Thursday evening found them impatiently awaiting the boys.