"We haven’t done a thing but Harvard!" laughed Mrs. Merrill, "because Hal wanted us to go to all the exercises and parties. We’ve had a marvelous time, but aside from one short ride, we haven’t tried to see anything of Boston—I thought that would keep till the job of graduating my brother was over," she added. "That’s just the way I knew you would feel," answered Mrs. Humphrey, "because I know how Hal’s been counting all winter on your seeing everything. But now that it’s so soon over you’ll have time for a ride with us. You’re not going to the boat races are you?" "No," said Mrs. Merrill, "I thought that would be almost too much of a crowd for the girls, so we’ve planned to go to Plymouth to-morrow while Hal and some friends go to the boat race, and then I want to stop over night with a dear cousin in Marshfield." The talk was interrupted just then by the arrival of the first of the long procession of men entering the Stadium. Mary Jane could hardly sit still she was so thrilled by the sight of the long line of marching men—all in black gowns relieved here and there by the capes of scarlet or blue or purple some wore. And the bands playing and the crowds of people all interestedly watching—of course she couldn’t understand it all, but she loved seeing it—it seemed like a scene from an old time pageant. But by the time the exercises were over Mary Jane was tired enough from sitting on the hard stone seat and from watching and trying to understand. So the idea of lunch at some place in Cambridge without waiting to go back to Boston, sounded very welcome. "We’ll go where Uncle Hal goes sometimes," suggested Mrs. Merrill. "I know the very place on the way back to the Square. You may have a sandwich and some ice cream and anything else they have, that you’d like." "And is it all over?" asked Mary Jane as she ran along beside her mother, glad of the chance to hurry a bit and limber up the muscles stiffened by long sitting. "All over, I think, honey," replied Mrs. Merrill. "All over for us anyway, as we’re not going to the races. And won’t we love that ride this afternoon? Hal will be busy packing up, and we’ll get just that extra bit of fun thrown in." Mary Jane found just what she wanted for lunch and was much refreshed, so, leaving a note in Hal’s room in order that he would know their plans, they took the subway back to their hotel to change and make ready for the drive. White organdy dresses were not the most suitable frocks for an all-afternoon motor trip. Promptly at two o’clock Mrs. Humphrey arrived in a beautiful limousine. Mary Jane, who wasn’t used to a car of her own, had puzzled considerably as to what sort of a car Mrs. Humphrey might have, and had insisted that she wanted to wear a grown-up-lady veil so as not to muss her hair. "You won’t need a veil, dear," Mrs. Merrill had said, positively, "little girls don’t need veils when their hair is short, no matter what kind of a car they ride in."