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Jane Allen Junior

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positive mystery about all this. Can't you see how much Ted Barrett looks like Sally Howland?" "Of course I can," replied Judith. "But surely that letter said 'sister' and was written to Shirley." "And he is not in any way like Bobbie." "No, and Bobbie is as shy as a baby when speaking with him." Jane bit her lip in serious reflection. "But isn't he very nice?" "Lovely manners and a very takable boy," admitted Jane. "And say, Judy, I love this mystery, but we can't let the freshies beat us at it. Be sure you keep your eyes and ears open and report anything-- suspicious." "Glad to," Judith accepted the commission. "But don't you like my Ray?" "Couldn't help it," said Jane affably. "Of the two boys I like Ray's hair best. It's so--smoky." "And Jane! Have you seen who Dozia is lugging around? That awfully big boy, the football giant of Yorktown." "Makes Doze look small by comparison, and that's an achievement," said Jane. "There's my dance with Nettie Brocton. It would be dreadful if we forgot to take care of our own little playmates. Isn't everything going lovely?" "Nothing could be improved upon unless it be Miss Robert's hair. That's a bit lopsided." "But her feather fan is a gem," said Jane, moving toward the dance floor. "So is her back comb," laughed Judith, as the chums drifted apart among the dancers. A waltz encore was just then being demanded. The dancers stood about clapping and insisting upon a repetition of the number. Jane and Judith waited a moment before their partners espied them, and as they lingered they heard the girls commenting on Sally. She was, indeed, a charming figure as she stood out there with her partner, who happened to be Ted; and it was Inez Wilson who most particularly noticed the two dancers in the center of the floor. She seized Jane's hand and whispered: "Oh, Jane, just see how much Sally looks like her partner!" "Yes," put in Janet Clarke, "they even have the same pose." "Cousins," said Jane simply, as she and Nettie swung out into the repeated waltz. The resemblance was very remarkable and standing with the tall boy in his "Tux" the girl in her butterfly gown made quite a charming little picture. Their isolation at the moment, standing well out on the floor almost alone at the end of the "first half," gave them somewhat undue prominence, but it also gave everyone a splendid opportunity of seeing Ted and of admiring Sally's evening frock. When the number ended a group of freshmen cornered themselves in a window arch and promptly set about whispering some plans. Nellie Saunders was leading, and she declared Sally was the one to make the presentation. Presently a committee of seniors joined them, and the purpose of the secret session became evident. Miss Rutledge, dean of Wellington and beloved mother of the entire flock, was to be presented with a glorious bouquet of golden chrysanthemums and Sally Howland, the pet freshman, had been voted by her class the one to do the public honors. "Where is she?" asked Anne Morley, the senior, waiting to complete the details. "Just finished dancing," volunteered Nellie. "I'll go get her." "When the orchestra plays 'Wellington,' that's your cue," said Miss Morley. "The senior class president will make her speech and you freshmen then send up the flowers. Be sure you do it promptly, as the speech has the flowers planted in it," finished the tall, capable senior, leaving the younger girls to carry out her orders. Nellie was back with Sally immediately. "Here she is, and doesn't her gown go wonderfully with the golden ball chrysanthemums?" panted Nellie. "Just like a picture," exclaimed Dolly Lloyd. "Be sure you carry them like a bride's-maid, Sally. Maybe a long time before you get another chance." "But what is this all about?" gasped Sally, a little bit frightened at the importance of the great sheaf of yellow blooms propped up in the corner. "You are to present the flowers to Deanie," said Nellie. "You see, the girls always give her something at this dance, and they choose the freshies just to act in the capacity of page. You don't have to say a word," as Sally showed reticence. "A senior makes a speech and you just walk up prettily with this corn shock."

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