As she passed the sophomore-senior line, one and another of her friendsshouted out gay greetings.

"Hurry up, Jean, or we shall get in before you do."

"You sophomore ushers look like a St. Patrick's Day parade."

"Tell the people in there that their clocks are sluggy."

"All right," exclaimed Jean, hanging on to her unmanageable paper hat.

As she passed the end of the line, Beatrice Egerton detached herself fromit, and followed her around the corner of the gym. "0h, Miss Eastman,"she coaxed. "Won't you let me go in with you? I shall never get a placeto look at anything from way back there in the line."

Jean eyed her doubtfully. She wanted to oblige the great Miss Egerton."I'm afraid all the reserved seats are full by this time," she objected.

"0h, I don't want a seat," exclaimed Beatrice easily. "I'll stand on the stepsof the faculty platform. There's no harm in that, is there?"