Miss Bishop allowed a special Wednesday afternoon to be set aside for the entertainment; the tickets sold briskly, and expectation ran high.  All concerned in the program kept their parts a dead secret, but items leaked out, and the wildest rumors were afloat.  It was whispered that some of the Governors were to be present, and even that Miss Bishop would perform a sword dance, though not the most callow of juniors really consented to swallow such an astounding piece of information.  The uncertainty as to what was in store, however, added largely to the pleasurable anticipation, and though the Dramatic Society rehearsed with locked door, and the keyhole carefully stopped up, juvenile spies, by hoisting one another up to the level of the windows, obtained brief and tantalizing peeps and spread news of gorgeosities in the way of costumes.

When the great afternoon arrived, the hall was crammed.  The little girls were packed as tightly as sardines.  A long line of them squatted on the floor in front of the first row, and others sat on the window sills, the latter positions having been scrambled for with enthusiasm.

Every one was at the tip-top of expectation.  The concert opened with the inevitable piano solo which seems indispensable for the starting of any entertainment, and during the performance of which latecomers hurry to their seats, programs are sold, and the audience, with a tremendous amount of rustling and whispering, settles itself down to listen.  This initiatory ceremony being over, more interesting items followed.  The juveniles sang an Empire song, accompanied by a pretty flag drill; it was a taking tune, and as Linda had prophesied was immensely applauded by the visitors, who insisted on an encore.  A violin solo came next, and was followed by a charming Russian dance given by two members of Form IV.a.  Garnet played a piece on her mandoline, with piano accompaniment.  She had suggested a duet for mandoline and guitar, but Winona had had no time to practice her instrument lately, and had begged to be excused.  The fact was that Winona had been busy with a special item which she now brought out as a surprise to the school.  She had composed some verses in praise of hockey, and set them to one of the tunes in the senior school song-book.  The piece was sung by an eleven in full hockey costume, and they waved their hockey-sticks with appropriate actions to the music: 

    “When autumn returns, and the trees are all bare,
      Our blue tunics are off to the field;
    No team in excitement with ours can compare,
      As our hockey-sticks wildly we wield. 
        For hockey’s the game to play
        When autumn has come to stay,
        And this is the reason we love the cold season,
        For hockey’s the game to play.