Mrs.
Gray, seated on the front row, in the place of honor, occasionally looked about her and smiled happily.
"Why didn't I do this long ago ?" she said to herself.

"But then, were there ever before such nice girls as my four adopted daughters ?" Miriam sat near, with the other members of her house party.

It had been a source of much discussion whether or not to admit Julia Crosby to the freshman party.

But, since she was Miriam's guest, what else was there to do?
"We shall be only heaping coals of fire on her head at any rate," hinted Jessica, "and that certainly ought to make her feel worse than if she had been left out." After everyone was comfortably seated three loud raps were heard from behind the folding doors.

Some one began to play "The Funeral March of a Marionette" on the piano, and the doors slid slowly back.
There was a murmur of surprise and wonder.
Two curtains had been stretched across the door opening above and below and two hung down at each side, leaving an oblong space in the middle in which stood a little doll theater nearly a yard and a half long and a yard high.