And when the curving line of black had become one solid mass of
humanity that filled the bowl from side to side, the vast throng seated
themselves, and a great hush fell while the Glee Club sang.
Young Hartwell proved to be a good speaker, and his ringing voice
reached even the topmost tier of seats. Billy was charmed and
interested. Everything she saw and heard was but a new source of
enjoyment, and she had quite forgotten the thing for which she was to
"wait," when she saw the ushers passing through the aisles with their
baskets of many-hued packages of confetti and countless rolls of paper
ribbon.
It began then, the merry war between the students below and the throng
above. In a trice the air was filled with shimmering bits of red, blue,
white, green, purple, pink, and yellow. From all directions fluttering
streamers that showed every color of the rainbow, were flung to the
breeze until, upheld by the supporting wires, they made a fairy lace
work of marvelous beauty.
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Billy, her eyes misty with emotion. "I think I never
saw anything in my life so lovely!
"I thought you'd like it," gloried Bertram. "You know I said to wait!"
But even with this, Class Day for Billy was not finished. There was
still Hartwell's own spread from six to eight, and after that there were
the President's reception, and dancing in the Memorial Hall and in the
Gymnasium.
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