The Rudiments of Grammar for the English-Saxon Tongue by Elizabeth Elstob


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Page 70

"My darling child," she sobbed. "What a narrow escape you have had. You
must never, never wander off alone again."

"Why, mother, how did you know anything about it?"

"When you didn't come home to supper I felt worried, for you had not told
me that you were invited anywhere. Then Nora came down to see you, and
seemed surprised not to find you at home. She said you had gone on a
specimen hunt after school. I became frightened and sent your father out
at once to look for you. He met the keepers with that dreadful man," said
Mrs. Harlowe, shuddering, "and they described you, telling him where you
were and how they had met you. Your father went straight out to the
Forrests. I suppose you just missed him."

Grace hugged her mother tenderly. "Don't worry, mother. I'm all right.
What are all these people standing around for?"

"They came to see you, of course. The news is all over town. Everyone is
devoured with curiosity to hear your story."

"It looks as though I had become a celebrity at last," laughed Grace.

She was obliged to tell the story of her adventure over and over again
that night to her eager listeners. Her chums hung about her adoringly.
Hippy, Reddy and David were fairly beside themselves.

"Oh, you lunatic snatcher," cried Hippy, throwing up his hat to express
his feelings.

"You never dreamed that the little key you gave me would prove my
salvation," said Grace to David, as her friends bade her good night. "It
surely must have been fate."




CHAPTER XXIV

COMMENCEMENT


Examinations had ceased to be bug-bears and kill joys to the young idea of
Oakdale. The last paper had been looked over, and the anxious hearts of
the majority of the High School pupils had been set at rest. In most cases
there was general rejoicing over the results of the final test. Marks were
compared and plans for the next year's course of study discussed.

The juniors were about to come into their own. When the present seniors
had been handed their diplomas, and Miss Thompson and Mr. Cole had wished
them god-speed, the present juniors would start on the home stretch that
ended in commencement, and a vague awakening to the real duties of life.

The senior class stood for the time being in the limelight of public
attention. It was the observed of all observers. Teas were given in honor
of its various members, and bevies of young girls in dainty summer apparel
brightened the streets of Oakdale, during the long sunny afternoons.

It was truly an eventful week. Grace Harlowe gave a tea in honor of Ethel
Post, which was a marked social success. The two girls had become
thoroughly well acquainted over their golf and had received great benefit
from each other's society. Miss Post's calm philosophical view of life had
a quieting effect on impulsive Grace, while Grace's energy and
whole-hearted way of diving into things proved a stimulus to the older
girl.

It was Tuesday afternoon and class day. High School girls in gala attire
were seen hurrying up the broad walk leading to the main door of the
school building.

It was the day of all days, to those about to graduate. Of course,
receiving one's diploma was the most important feature, but class day lay
nearest the heart.

The exercises were to be held in the gymnasium.

The junior and senior classes had brought in half the woods to beautify
the big room, and Oakdale gardens had been ruthlessly forced to give up
their wealth of bud and bloom in honor of the occasion.

It was customary for the seniors to invite the junior class, who always
sat in a body at one side of the gymnasium; while the seniors sat on the
opposite side. The rest of the space was given up to the families of the
seniors and their friends. Lucky, indeed, were those who could obtain an
invitation to this most characteristic of class functions.

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