Marjorie turned about and hurried up the stairs. In spite of the rush and excitement, she was not tired. She wanted to talk it all over, to discuss the girls’ partners and dresses, the music, the flowers, the refreshments. To her joy she found Lily already in their room. She threw her arms about her in ecstasy. “Oh, wasn’t it all wonderful, Lil!” she cried. “Come, let’s sit down and talk it over.” But, to her astonishment, she found Lily’s mood totally different from her own. The other girl seemed quiet, subdued, happy, but in a dreamy sort of way. And although she agreed with everything Marjorie said, she volunteered very little conversation on her own part. Apparently absorbed in her own thoughts, she began mechanically to undress. Marjorie contemplated her in amusement. “Lil, I bet you don’t even know what color Doris’s dress was!” she said laughingly. “You’re so in the clouds.” Lily flushed in admission of the accusation, making no attempt to deny it. “How many dances did you have with Dick?” pursued Marjorie, teasingly. “More than the law allows, I’ll wager!” “Why--five or six,” replied Lily. “Really, I didn’t count them.” “No, I guess you didn’t! Well, suppose we get into bed. I won’t bother you any more--I’ll leave you to your dreams.” “It isn’t that, Marj,” replied Lily. “But we do need the sleep. Tomorrow’s Commencement, you know.” Marjorie’s parents were among the first guests to arrive for the exercises. Although too busy to meet each train, the girl kept a constant watch for them from the window of her room. She saw them as soon as they entered the school grounds, and bounded down the stairs, so that she might meet them before they reached the door. “Jack is waiting for us at the out-door auditorium,” said Mrs. Wilkinson, after they had kissed each other. “He thought that he had better go and reserve seats.” As Marjorie was all ready for the exercises, except for getting the bouquet of American beauties which John Hadley had sent her, she accompanied her parents across the campus. When they were within sight of the amphitheatre, she recognized her brother Jack, facing her, talking with a man and a woman whose backs were turned in her direction. Something in the manner in which the young man stood, and held his shoulders, gave Marjorie a thrill. It must be--it was--John Hadley! Jack waved to her across the lawn, and instantly John Hadley turned around and greeted her cordially. In another minute the party was together. “Perhaps we better get some seats,” suggested Jack. “At least for the ladies.” The older people sat down, and Marjorie and the two young men stood near them. The former had only a few minutes at her disposal. “Was your dance dress all right?” asked Mrs. Wilkinson, with motherly concern. At a glance, her experienced eye had taken in every detail of her daughter’s appearance, and she was thoroughly satisfied.