College stories; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction
But she did not finish, for in the gathering dusk she recognized
Elizabeth Fairfax's slender figure advancing toward her. "Oh, Miss
Moulton, can I have just one more rehearsal to-night? There's one place
toward the end that troubles me."
"No, Miss Fairfax, not to-night; you are tired and nervous and you must
do nothing more. Take my advice and think no more of your selection
to-night; go to bed early and have a good night's sleep and to-morrow
morning you will have forgotten all about these imaginary troubles.
It's always darkest just before the dawn, you know, so let's not think
any more about prize-speaking. I'm very tired to-night, too, but I'm
going home to read some really thrilling detective story or something
equally absorbing until I get sleepy, and then away to bed in spite
of all the work I ought to do. I advise you not to do any studying
to-night, for you are excused from to-morrow's lessons. Good night,
Miss Fairfax. I wish you a restful night and success to-morrow," and
the two went their separate ways.
There could not have been a more beautiful June day than the one
chosen for prize-speaking. The sun shed its warmth and brightness over
everything, and the little green leaves danced merrily in the soft
summer wind. The rain of a few days before had freshened the grass and
the flowers until it seemed as though they were outdoing themselves
for this special occasion. Merry little red and gray squirrels ran up
and down the great tall trees and then across the wide paths, out of
sight to another tree, and some of the bolder birds sang lustily as if
proud of their share in the day's festivities. All nature seemed to
be clapping its hands to applaud the eight nervous speakers concealed
somewhere in the rear of the chapel.
Prize-speaking Day is properly considered the forerunner of Class Day
and Commencement, hence the friends of the college make every effort
to attend this annual event. Long before three o'clock the seating
capacity of the chapel seemed taxed to its utmost, and the gallery had
to be opened to accommodate the waiting throng. Members of the various
oratory classes had been chosen as ushers and were pretty indeed in
their white dresses, with sprays of green ivy twisted in their hair,
and they carried batons wound with white and green ribbons. Jean was
one of the two representatives of the freshman class and was enjoying
every moment of her ushering, for it was the first time she had ever
served in this capacity, as only the upper-class girls ushered at
Vespers on Sunday afternoons.
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