"I really don't believe anyone will know me! What luck if I won a prize for the best disguise!" "Bet you anything you like you don't!" murmured Hereward.
"Why shouldn't I ?" "Because there may be others even better!" "Well, of course, that's for Miss Burd to judge! But I think I've a sporting chance, at any rate!" The dance was to be held on Monday evening after supper, when it was just beginning to grow dusk.

The mistresses had taken the matter up quite enthusiastically, and had stretched some wires across the garden, and hung up Chinese lanterns.

The hostel piano had been pulled close to the window, so that the strains of music could float out into the garden.

At least fifteen seniors had accepted the invitation, and it was rumored that Miss Burd had invited a few private friends.

Supper was held earlier than usual, so as to allow time for the all-important operation of dressing, and the moment it was finished every inmate of the hostel fled to her bedroom.