Billy's day began
at noon with the spread given by the Hasty Pudding Club. Billy wondered
afterward how many times that day remarks like these were made to her:
"You've been here Class Day before, of course. You've seen the
confetti-throwing!... No? Well, you just wait!"
At ten minutes of four Billy and Mrs. Hartwell, with Mr. Hartwell and
Bertram as escorts, entered the cool, echoing shadows under the Stadium,
and then out in the sunlight they began to climb the broad steps to
their seats.
"I wanted them high up, you see," explained Bertram, "because you can
get the effect so much better. There, here we are!"
For the first time Billy turned and looked about her. She gave a low cry
of delight.
"Oh, oh, how beautiful--how wonderfully beautiful!"
"You just wait!" crowed Bertram. "If you think this is beautiful, you
just wait!"
Billy did not seem to hear him. Her eyes were sweeping the wonderful
scene before her, and her face was aglow with delight.
First there was the great amphitheater itself. Only the wide curve of
the horseshoe was roped off for to-day's audience. Beyond lay the two
sides with their tier above tier of empty seats, almost dazzling in
the sunshine. Within the roped-off curve the scene was of kaleidoscopic
beauty. Charmingly gowned young women and carefully groomed young men
were everywhere, stirring, chatting, laughing.
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