He it was who had dug the "grave." He now sat on the steps waiting to build a fire, over which Grace had planned to make coffee for the hungry girls whose appetites had been whetted by the fresh air.
The money contributed by the classes had been used to good advantage by Grace and Julia, and piles of tempting eatables gladdened the eyes of the guests.
For the next half hour feasting was in order.

Juniors and sophomores shared cups; as the supply of these were limited.

At the end of that time the last crumb of food had disappeared and the girls stood in groups or walked about the field, discussing the various features of school life.
Some one proposed playing old-fashioned games, and soon "puss in the corner," "pom-pom-pull-away," and "prisoner's goal" were in full swing.
"This brings back one's Grammar School days, doesn't it ?" said Nora to Grace.

They were deep in a game of prisoner's goal, and stood for a moment waiting for the enemy to move toward them.
"I haven't had such a good, wholesale romp for ages," answered Grace, and was off like the wind to intercept Eva Allen as she endeavored to make a wide detour of their goal.
The hours slipped by on wings.
The start home was made about five o'clock.

The juniors and sophomores trooped back to Oakdale arm in arm, singing school songs and making the welkin ring with their joyous laughter.
The people of Oakdale smiled at the procession of happy girls and wondered what particular celebration was in order.
When the center of town was reached the party broke up with a great deal of laughing and chattering, the girls going their separate ways in the best of spirits.
"I've had a perfectly fine time," declared Grace, as she said good-bye to her chums, "and how glad I am that we are all friends again." She quite forgot when she made that statement that Miriam Nesbit had not honored the reunion with her presence..