Mary Jane watched to see how Miss Elliot fixed her tea and then she took cloves too, just as Miss Elliott did—though it did make a funny taste. Still when one is visiting college one does as college folks do—cream and sugar is all right for home use, but isn’t grown-up enough when one is "at college." After tea, Miss Elliott walked down to the station with them and told them good-by. Mary Jane was sorry that they weren’t to see her again but Miss Elliott explained that she would be far too busy with her own college affairs to come to the parties at Harvard. "What are you thinking about so solemnly?" asked Uncle Hal as they were riding back to Boston, "you haven’t said a word for five minutes!" "I’m thinking ’bout my new shoes," said Mary Jane. "All the girls at Wellesley had white shoes and I’ve got white shoes—in the trunk. I’m going to wear them to-morrow and you’re going to be surprised, you are, Uncle Hal." "I believe it," laughed Uncle Hal, "I’ll wager I’ll be proud of my family." "You won’t be, if your family doesn’t get back to its room and unpack its trunk pretty soon," said Mrs. Merrill. "No," she added later, when they got off the train and he started toward their hotel, "you aren’t to go a step of the way with us. It’s right there in plain sight and we couldn’t get lost if we tried. Now hurry back to Cambridge and do your work and don’t you dare come to the hotel before seven." "And we’ll unpack and press our dresses and get everything ready for Class Day, won’t we Mother?" said Mary Jane, "I think that’ll be as much fun as seeing things." *CLASS DAY FUN—AND TROUBLES* "They _must_ be all right," said Alice, as the girls were about through dressing for Class Day the next morning. "You know you tried them on three or four times, the day we bought them, and shoes don’t change." Mary Jane walked up and down the room twice, looking all the while at her left shoe. "Well," very doubtfully, "maybe they are all right now, only they don’t _feel_ all right—they don’t a bit." Mrs. Merrill sat down in the nearest chair and looked at Mary Jane in consternation. "You don’t mean to say that now when we are every bit ready to go to Class Day, and there isn’t time to hunt up a store, that you think your shoes are wrong! Why, Mary Jane, you know you tried them on and tried them on and were sure they were a perfect fit." "I know it," said Mary Jane, "and they were all right, only now there’s something sticks into my heel every time I take a step." "Give it to me dear," replied Mrs. Merrill, "and I’ll press open the heels more. Maybe they are just a bit stiff. And then I’ll put your black pumps in my bag so if these hurt you, you can change." "But, _Mother_!" exclaimed Mary Jane, "folks don’t wear black shoes to Class Day, not with new organdy dresses and a pink sash!"