“It’s awfully late,” murmured Louise doubtfully, “and I don’t believe mama would like it.”
But Nell Sawin declared that she didn’t care whether folks liked it or not; she was going! “This is an occasion,” she said, “and it simply demands a celebration. I’ll go whether the rest do or not, Morris!”
“We’ll all go,” said Gordon. “Come along, Louise. There won’t be anyone there at this time of night.” So Louise consented and they struck across-town toward the Square.
“Look here,” said Morris presently, “we ought to arrange some sort of a presentation, oughtn’t we? How’s Mr. Grayson going to know where the things came from or who gave them? I wish we had thought to ask Dick or Sears or some one to be on hand and make a sort of speech.”
“Couldn’t you do it, Morris?” asked Nell.
“Me? Great Scott, no!”
“Then Gordon——”
“Nothing doing! Thank you just the same, Nell.”
“I know,” said Louise. “We’ll write on a card that the gift is made by the students and we’ll get Miss Turner to let us in there early in the morning and put it on the desk or somewhere where he will see it. Won’t that do?”
“Yes,” agreed Morris. “What time does he usually show up?”