ANTICIPATIONS
The day of the sophomore reception was a busy one for the members of the
sophomore class. To them, it was the event of the year, and the desire
to make this dance outshine all its predecessors was paramount in almost
every sophomore breast. Of course, there were the digs, who never
thought of festivities, but spent all their time in study. No one
counted on their help. The greater part of the class, however, was
properly enthusiastic over the music, decorations, gowns and dance
cards. Grace and Miriam, who were on the decorating committee, had spent
the greater part of their day in the gymnasium. Under the skilful
direction of the committee the big room blossomed out in strange and
gorgeous array. There were the masses of evergreen so convenient for
hiding unsightly gymnasium apparatus, which made the gymnasium a
veritable forest green. Strings of Japanese lanterns added to the
effect, while the freshmen and sophomore colors impartially wound the
gallery railing and were draped and festooned wherever there was the
slightest chance for display.
The sophomores had put forth their best efforts in behalf of their
freshman sisters. When it came to sofa cushions and draperies they had
surrendered their most highly treasured possessions for the good of the
cause.
"I think we may congratulate ourselves," commented Gertrude Wells as she
stood beside Miriam Nesbit, surveying their almost completed task. "Look
at my hands! I have scratched and bruised them handling those
evergreens. My dress is a sight, too," she added, pointing first to the
green stains that decorated her white linen gown, then significantly to
a three-cornered tear near the bottom of the skirt. "I don't care. It
will be out of style by next summer, at any rate."
"I'm not much better off," declared Miriam. "You can't be a working
woman and keep up a bandbox appearance, you know."
"I should say not," laughed Arline Thayer, who had come up in time to
hear Miriam's last remark.
"Does any one know the time?" asked Grace, standing back a little to
view the effect of the bunting she had been winding about a post. "I
can't see the gym. clock from here. It is so swathed in green boughs and
decorations that its poor round face is almost hidden, and I'm really
too tired to go close enough to find out."
"It's five minutes past four o'clock," informed Gertrude, glancing at
the tiny watch pinned to her waist.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Arline Thayer, "I can't stay here another
minute. I have a hundred things to do before to-night."
"Where's Ruth?" asked Grace. "I haven't seen either of you lately except
at an aggravating distance."
Arline's baby face hardened. "I haven't seen Ruth for over two weeks,"
she said stiffly.
"You haven't!" exclaimed Grace, who, stooping to tie her shoe, had not
noticed Arline's changed expression. As she straightened up her
surprised gray eyes met Arline's defiant blue ones. Like a flash she
remembered. "Then you don't know who she has invited to the reception?"
"No," responded Arline shortly. "I don't know anything about it."
Grace was about to say something further when, overtaken by sudden
thought, she turned her face away to hide the smile that hovered about
her lips. Meanwhile, Gertrude Wells had engaged Arline in conversation,
and Ruth's name was not mentioned again.
"This is positively my last appearance this afternoon as a decorator,"
declared Emma Dean. "I'm going home to beautify myself for the great
moment when I shall stand in line with my sophomore sisters to greet the
infant freshmen."
"I'm going home, too, but without bursting into language," drawled J.
Elfreda Briggs. "I pounded my thumb with a hammer, scratched my nose on
an obstinate hemlock bough, and lost a bran span new pair of scissors. I
think it is high time to leave this place. I'm not on the reception
committee, 'tis true, but I have weighty matters to consider and am on
the verge of a perilous undertaking." She uttered the last words in an
all too familiar undertone, shooting a mischievous glance at her friends
which caused Grace, Anne and Miriam to laugh outright.
"What are you girls laughing at?" demanded Gertrude Wells.
"Elfreda is so funny," explained Grace enigmatically. Then, fearing to
offend Gertrude, she said hastily, "What she said was extremely
laughable to us, because she was imitating some one we know."
The knot of girls separated soon after, going their separate ways. Anne,
Grace, Miriam, Elfreda and Emma Dean turned their faces toward Wayne
Hall.
"I wonder if Ruth is going?" remarked Grace, who walked behind Anne. "I
thought we'd see her this afternoon."
"I noticed how sharply Arline answered you," said Anne significantly.
"Poor Ruth, I haven't a minute to spare or I'd run down there. We must
go to-morrow afternoon, Anne. We'll take Ruth to Vinton's for dinner
and, oh, Anne! let's invite Arline and make them be friends!"
"Splendid!" admired Anne. "I'll take charge of Ruth and you can look out
for Arline."
"If you don't hurry, you'll be ready for the reception some time
to-morrow," called Elfreda derisively. The two quickened their steps.
The three girls ahead looked back, then mischievously began running
toward Wayne Hall.
"We can catch them, Anne," exulted Grace.
"You mean you can," laughed Anne. "Run ahead and surprise them."
Grace was off like the wind. Although the three girls ran well they were
no match for the lithe, slender young woman who ran like a hunted deer.
She soon passed her friends and running on to the hall sat down on the
steps with no apparent traces of exhaustion to wait for them.
"Let me see, what track team did you say you belonged to?" quizzed
Elfreda, with open admiration. "If I could run like that I'd be happy.
Where did you learn to run?"
"Back in Oakdale, where I was the prize tomboy of the school," laughed
Grace. "Have you seen to your flowers for your freshman? I ordered pink
roses for Miss Evans. Anne chose violets for Miss Taylor, didn't you,
Anne?"
"I ordered violets for Miss Wilton, too," said Miriam.
"I tried to get snap dragons," giggled Elfreda, "but it's rather late in
the season for them. Instead, the Anarchist will flourish a nosegay of
blood-red roses. I can't imagine her parading around the gym. bedecked
with violets."
"Elfreda, you are anything but a chivalrous escort," commented Anne.
"I am at least sincere," returned Elfreda, with an affected simper. "I
hope those flowers haven't loitered along the way. I must call on my
fair lady and see if she has received hers. I'm beginning to feel
excited. I'm going to eat my dinner post haste. I want to get dressed
and practice my bow before the mirror ere I enter the sacred precincts
of her majesty's boudoir. Then I shall sweep into her domicile, arrayed
in all my glory. She will be so overcome at sight of me and my splendor
that she will follow me down to the carriage like a lamb. I ask you,
ladies, after seeing me in that new white silk gown of mine, what
Anarchist could resist me?"
"Of whom did Elfreda remind you just then, Grace?" asked Miriam.
"Hippy," laughed Grace. "She looked exactly like him."
"Never saw him," stated Elfreda laconically.
"But you gave a fine imitation of him just the same!" exclaimed Grace.