It seemed a very small monument to make such a fuss about, but Mrs. Merrill explained that monuments are important not for their size but for what they celebrate. "It does seem too bad, though," said Mary Jane thoughtfully as they turned away to go back to the car, "that the battle of Bunker Hill couldn’t have been where those poor children want to play! Here’s a lovely park and there, why, there isn’t anything but a narrow street! When I grow up, I’m going to have a park for everybody—that’s the way things ought to be." Mrs. Merrill had the driver let them out at the entrance to the Commons instead of Copley Square, and they walked over to the lagoon to take the ride in the swan boats. "I think this is the nicest thing to do!" exclaimed Mary Jane happily as the boat slowly paddled away from the tiny dock. "I feel so grand and story-book-y!" "Do you suppose we could ever come here and just ride and ride and ride?" she added, "I’d just love to ride all day!" "Let me see," said Mrs. Merrill thoughtfully, "I’m afraid we couldn’t ride all day, dear, but we might come again after the game this afternoon and get two or three rides. You know a friend of Uncle Hal’s is going to take us on a drive to-morrow and there’s something planned for every single day." "Well, then," said Mary Jane, "let’s come whenever we can—and oh, I do just love it, I do!" After a hurried bit of primping at their room the Merrills took the subway to Cambridge where they met Uncle Hal and went to the game. Crowds of gayly-dressed people were all hurrying the same way, bands were playing and colors flying, and Mary Jane got so thrilled that for a while she forgot all about the swan boats. Hal had not been able to get seats all together—one rarely could, he explained; so it was decided that Alice, who was looking (and feeling) very grown-up with her striped sport skirt, blue smock and white sport hat, should sit a few rows away with Lawrence Echart, while Hal and Mrs. Merrill and Mary Jane should sit together. Alice’s seat was halfway down in the middle of the stand and the others were up on the very top row. At first Mary Jane was very frightened; she couldn’t stand up, she couldn’t look around, for right there behind her was the end of the grandstand and the long, long way down to the ground—straight down. But gradually she got more used to it and she peeked around just a wee, tiny bit. And there, right in the next row, was a boy about her own age shouting for—Yale! "Why!" exclaimed Mary Jane in amazement, "he wants Yale to beat!" "Some people do!" laughed Hal, much amused. "But _Yale_!" exclaimed Mary Jane, "why—why—I thought _everybody_ went to Harvard!" The folks around her couldn’t help but hear and they couldn’t help being amused at her frankness. One kindly-looking gentleman just in front turned around and said, "Yes, my dear, folks _do_ go to Yale—I did it myself." And everyone laughed.