It seemed like a day in late spring, although it was in reality early March.

At one o'clock precisely the two classes, with the exception of one member, assembled.
Julia Crosby acting as master of ceremonies, formed the classes in two lines, and marched them to the middle of the field.

Here, to their complete mystification, they saw a large hole about four feet in depth had been dug.
"Who on earth dug that hole, and what is it for ?" inquired a curious sophomore.
"Hush!" said Julia Crosby reverently.

"That is a grave.

Be patient.