The high school was approached by a wide flight of steps and on these Helen posed her scenes. The people below sat on the grass in the front rows and stood at the back. The floats of the morning had been scenes of local history. These were scenes from the life of Washington. Washington, the young surveyor, strode into the woods with his companions and his Indian attendants. Washington became commander-in-chief of the Continental army. Washington crossed the Delaware--and the U. S. C. boys were glad that they had built the _Jason_ at the Glen Point orphanage and did not have to study out the entire construction anew. Washington and Lafayette and Steuben shook hands in token of eternal friendship. Washington reviewed his troops under an elm at Cambridge. Washington suffered with his ragged men at Valley Forge. Then Cornwallis surrendered, and last of all, the great general bade farewell to his officers and retired to the private life from which he was soon to be summoned to take the presidential chair. There were a hundred people in the various pictures, but the winter's experiences had taught the Club so much that they found no trouble in managing the whole affair. Each person had been made responsible for furnishing his costumes, a sketch of which had been made for him by Ethel Blue, and every one was appropriately dressed. "This is another success for you young people," exclaimed Mr. Wheeler, shaking hands with them all. "I always know where to go when I want help." Ethel Blue walked home with Miss Merriam, who was wheeling Elisabeth. She seemed much gayer than she had been for a long time. Ethel kissed her as well as her sleepy little charge as she went into the house to put on a warmer dress before she should go out in the evening to see the community fireworks. "You and Elisabeth are my helpers," she whispered gratefully. "You make everybody happy--except, perhaps--" Ethel hesitated, for Gertrude had never mentioned Edward to her since he left for Oklahoma. "Do you want to know what was in my May basket?" Ethel clasped her hands. "Oh, yes!" Gertrude took out of her cardcase a tattered bit of paper. It read: "When you know that you really like Oklahoma and all the people there, please telegraph me. Good-bye." "I telegraphed this morning," she said, almost shyly. "I said 'Oklahoma interests me'." "Here comes the telegraph boy down the street now," cried Ethel. Gertrude took the yellow envelope from him, and, before she opened it, signed the book painstakingly. When she had read the message she handed it to Ethel Blue. "I start for Rosemont on the tenth to investigate the truth of the rumor." Gertrude bubbled joyously. "Oh!" exclaimed Ethel Blue softly. "That means you're engaged!" End of Project Gutenberg's Ethel Morton's Holidays, by Mabell S. C. Smith