Class Day, with all its gayety, passed off brilliantly. Constance made a fine historian; Hazel Browne read the class poem, and it was very generally conceded, even among the old graduates, to be one of the best things that had ever been read in the old Westover Hall. It was pungent and witty, without being at all bitter or malicious. Dolly presided on all the numerous occasions necessitated by Commencement week, with a pretty dignity and grace that more than one person found very fascinating. The weather was perfect, sunshiny and bright, but not overpoweringly hot, and the exercises went off with a smoothness that made Dolly wild with satisfaction and delight. "You are getting altogether too proud, sister mine," asserted Fred. "If Westover should actually happen to win something in tomorrow's contest, there will be no living with you." "I am proud of the girls and of the college, and of everything connected with it." "To tell the truth, I am rather proud of you! I don't wish to make you conceited and all puffed up with vanity, but really, Dolly, you make a first-class president. We are just brimming over with pride. Can't you see how satisfied Father and Mother are looking? You owe me something for getting Rob to coach you last year. I verily believe that you were just about ready to give up then." "I was, for a fact, and I shall be grateful to you all my life, Fred, for what you planned. Just think of missing this," and Dolly drew a deep breath. "It would have been too bad, that's sure," affirmed Dick Martin, who chanced to be present. "I never saw a more ideal Commencement. Perfect weather, lovely girls and original programs. How did you ever manage it all so smoothly, Miss Dolly? I see that your special friends captured the choicest prizes and scholarships. Was it all a prearranged plan? Things went your way--you could hardly ask anything more than you and your friends got." "Yes, I could," and Dolly sobered down. "The athletic contests come tomorrow, the very last thing on our program. We could not get them in before, and perhaps it is just as well, for I do not expect that we shall win any glory." "I thought Fred said that Miss Sutherland was to save the day for you?" "She is our only hope; the rest of the girls do not amount to anything. But Vassar and Smith, to say nothing of Cornell and Wellesley and Mount Holyoke, have been boasting so securely since they arrived that our hopes are now below zero." "You are anxious to win?" "Very. Westover has been out of all athletic contests for so long that we want to get our place again, and if our own particular class could achieve that, we should feel that we had nothing more to ask." "I should say you wouldn't have, for your class is leaving a great record here, that is sure. I have faith in your friend. I believe that she will help you out, despite all the boasting of the others." "I hope you are right. I do hope it. I shall be so glad, so glad--"