“Oh, dear,” said Priscilla. “Why did you ever choose me monitor? I’ll probably get into more scrapes than any one else, especially with the Blackmores around. I’ll try to be like Mary, but I know I can’t.” “Oh, won’t we miss Mary and Anne?” “Anne’s going abroad, too, with her mother; and then she’s going to college in the fall with Mary.” “College seems so far away, and so big some way. I’m glad we’re going to be at St. Helen’s.” A bell sounded across the campus. “It’s time for the Senior song,” said Priscilla. “We must go in a minute. I’m going to take a piece of pine for my Memory Book to remember the last meeting.” They all followed her example. Then, standing on the big rock with their arms around one another’s shoulders, they repeated earnestly their Vigilante principles: “We stand for fair play and true friendship.” “And for taking care of our roots,” added Virginia, as a postscript. Then they scrambled down from the rock, and ran through the wood path to the campus, where the lower classes were gathering for the annual Senior song, which was held the last day of Commencement. From the woods north of the campus came the twenty Seniors in white dresses. They marched two by two between long lines of crimson ribbon, which they held. As they drew near the campus where the other classes awaited them, they sang their Senior song. “We’re the St. Helen’s Seniors, The crimson and the white, We stand for fun and friendship, For loyalty and right, We’ll ever praise St. Helen’s, Her wisdom and her fame, The only school in all this land Our loyalty can claim.” Cheers from Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen greeted them. They marched to all the buildings, before each one singing farewell songs, written by Senior poets; and then back again to the gathering-place of the admiring lower classes, who, as they approached, rose, and with greater volume, but no greater feeling, saluted them with a song, also written expressly for the occasion. “Farewell to the Seniors, We’ll surely miss you sore When we come back again next fall, And find you here no more. We’ll try to follow in your steps, Of loyalty and right, And never, never will forget The crimson and the white.” CHAPTER XXI HOME ONCE MORE