Betty Wales, Senior Part 33

"Of course I came. Do you think I'd have missed my own commencement?"

said T., shaking hands with four girls at once. "Frank, this is Helen Adams, my best friend at Harding. Miss Parker, Mr. Howard. I'm sorry, Bob, but he's not a Filipino. He's just a plain American who lives in the Philippines."

"Have you forgotten how to play basket ball, T.?" called somebody.

T. gave a rapturous little smile. "Could we have a game this afternoon?

That's what I came for, really. We meant to get here last week, but the boat was late. Yes, I'm sorry to have missed the play and the concert; but it's worth coming for, just to see you all." T.'s bright eyes grew soft and misty. "I tell you, girls, you don't know what it means to be a Harding girl until you've been half across the world for awhile. No, I'm not sorry _I_ left, but it's great to be back!"

Mary Brooks, arrayed in a bewitching summer toilette, stood at the door of the Students' Building, and managed to intercept Betty and Roberta, as they went in.

"You may congratulate me now if you like," she said calmly, leading them off to a secluded corner behind a group of statuary, where their demonstrations of interest wouldn't attract too much attention. The news wasn't at all surprising, but Mary looked so pretty and so happy and a.s.sured them so solemnly that she had never dreamed of anything of the kind at Christmas, that there was plenty of excitement all the same.

"And of course I must have posts at my wedding," said Mary, whereat Betty hugged her and Roberta looked more pleased than she had when Mr.

Masters called her a genius. "And bridesmaids," added Mary, with the proper feeling for climax. "Laurie is going to be maid-of-honor, and if you two can come and be bridesmaids and the rest of the crowd almost--bridesmaids, in the words of the poetical Roberta----"

She never finished her sentence for the rest of the crowd had discovered her retreat, and guessing at the news she had for them bore noisily down upon her.

"It's so convenient that she's going to be married this summer," said Babbie jubilantly. "We can have our first reunion at the wedding. I simply couldn't have waited until June to see you all again."

"We couldn't any of us have waited," declared Bob. "Somebody else must get married about Christmas time."

"Why don't you?" asked Babbie nonchalantly, while Madeline looked hard at Eleanor and wished New York and Denver weren't so dreadfully far apart. For how could d.i.c.k Blake, busy editor of "The Quiver," make love to the most fascinating girl in the world when she lived at that distance.

They had something to eat after a while, sitting on the stairs with Mary, while Dr. Hinsdale beamed on them all and brought them salad and ices.

"You mustn't talk about it, you know," Mary explained, "because it won't be announced until next week, and you mustn't think of running off and leaving us out here alone."

"All right," Katherine promised her. "We'll be the mossy bank for your modest violet act. Only do try not to look so desperately in love or everybody who sees you will guess the whole thing, and it will look as if we told."

Most of the seniors spent the afternoon at the station seeing their families off, but Betty left hers in Nan's care and went canoeing with Dorothy King in Paradise. Dorothy was just as jolly and just as sweet as ever. She wanted to know about everything that had happened at Harding since she left it, and especially all about Eleanor Watson.

"You've pulled her through after all, haven't you?" she said.

"No, she pulled herself through," Betty corrected her. "I only helped a little, and a lot of others did the same. Why even Jean helped, Dorothy."

Dorothy laughed. "I can't imagine Jean in that role," she said, "but I'll take your word for it. Let's go and see Miss Ferris."

Miss Ferris was alone and delighted to see her visitors.

"Everything has come out right, hasn't it?" she said, smiling into Betty's radiant face.

Betty nodded. "Just splendidly. Did you know about Eleanor's being toastmistress?"

"Yes, she came in to tell me herself. What has come over Jean Eastman, Betty?"

"I don't know," said Betty with a tell-tale blush that made Miss Ferris laugh and say, "I thought you were at the bottom of it."

"Dorothy used to be the person who managed things of this kind," she went on. "Who's going to take your place, Betty?"

"According to what I hear n.o.body can do that," said Dorothy quickly, and Betty blushed more than ever, until Miss Ferris took pity on her and asked about her plans for next year.

Betty looked puzzled. "Why, I haven't any, I'm afraid. I never get a chance to make plans, because the things that turn up of themselves take all my time. I'm just going to be at home with my family."

"Leave out the 'just,'" advised Miss Ferris. "So many of you seem to feel as if you ought to apologize for staying at home."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear you say that," said Betty soberly. "A lot of girls in our cla.s.s who don't need to a bit are going to teach, and Carlotta Young said to me the other day that she thought we all ought to test our education in some such way right off, so as to be sure it was really worth something."

"And you are sure about yours without testing it?" asked Miss Ferris quizzically.

Betty smiled at her happily. "I'm sure I've got something," she said.

"I'm afraid Carlotta wouldn't call it much of an education and I know I ought to be ashamed that it isn't more, but I'm awfully glad I've got it."

"I'm glad you have, too," said Miss Ferris so earnestly that Betty wondered what she meant. But she didn't get a chance to ask, for somebody knocked just then and the two girls said good-bye and hurried off to dress for their respective cla.s.s suppers.

19--'s was held in the big hall of the Students' Building. The junior ushers had trimmed it with red and green bunting, and great bowls of red roses transformed the huge T-shaped table into a giant flower-bed.

"I hope they haven't more than emptied the treasury for those flowers,"

said Babe anxiously, when she saw them.

"Hardly," Babbie rea.s.sured her. "Judge Watson sent the whole lot, so you needn't worry about your treasury. He consulted me about the color.

Isn't he a dear?"

"Yes, he is," said Bob, "and he evidently thinks his only daughter is another. Where's the supper-chart?"

"Out in the hall," explained Babbie, "with the whole cla.s.s fighting for a chance at it. But I know where we sit. Betty thought we'd better keep things lively down at the end of the T."

"Well, I guess, we can do that," said Babe easily. "Where is Betty, anyway?"

"Here," answered Betty, hurrying up. "And girls, please don't say anything about it, but non-graduates don't generally come to the suppers and the seating committee forgot about T. Reed, so she hasn't any place."

"The idea!" cried Bob indignantly. "But she can have Eleanor's seat."

Betty hesitated. "No, because they changed the chart after they heard about Christy's not coming. But Cora Thorne is sick, so I'm going to let T. have my seat, right among you girls that she used to know----"

"You're not going to do anything of the kind," declared Babbie hotly.

"Shove everybody along one place, or else put in a seat for T."

"The chairs are too close together now and Cora's place is way around at the other end. It would make too much confusion to move so many people.

Here comes T. now. I shall be almost opposite Eleanor and Katherine, and I don't mind one bit."

So it happened that Betty Wales ate her cla.s.s supper between Clara Madison and the fat Miss Austin, and enjoyed it as thoroughly as if she had been where she belonged, between Babbie and Roberta. The supper wasn't very good--suppers for two hundred and fifty people seldom are--but the talk and the jokes, the toasts and the histories, Eleanor's radiant face at the head of the table, the spirit of jollity and good-fellows.h.i.+p everywhere,--these were good enough to make up. Besides, it was the last time they would all be together. Betty hadn't realized before how much she cared for them all--for the big indiscriminate ma.s.s of the cla.s.s that she had worked and played with these four years. She had expected to miss her best friends, but now, as she looked down the long tables, she saw so many others that she should miss. Yes, she should miss them all from the fat Miss Austin who was so delighted to be sitting beside her to the serious-minded Carlotta Young, with her theories about testing your education.

Katherine was reading the freshman history, hitting off the reception, with its bewildering gaiety and its terrifying grind-book, those first horrible midyears, made even more frightful by Mary Brooks's rumor, the basket-ball game--when that was mentioned they made T. Reed stand on her chair to be cheered, and then they cheered the rest of the team, who, as Katherine said, "had marched so gallantly to a glorious defeat." As Christy wasn't there, somebody read her letter, which explained that her mother was better but that the twins had come down with the measles and Christy was "standing by the s.h.i.+p." So they cheered the plucky letter and then they sang to its author.

"Oh, here's to our Christine, We love her though unseen, Drink her down, drink her down, Drink her down, down, down!"

When the team was finally allowed to sit down, Katherine went on to the joys of spring-term, with its golf and tennis, its Mary-bird club and its tumultuous packing and partings. When she had finished and been applauded and sung to, and finally allowed to sit down and eat a very cold croquette, Betty looked over at Emily Davis and the next minute for no reason at all she found herself winking back the tears. She had had such a good time that year and K. had picked out just the comical little things that made you remember the others that she hadn't mentioned.

Little Alice Waite was toasting the cast. Alice was no orator. She stammered and hesitated and made you think she was going to break down, but she always ended by saying or doing something that brought down the house.