“Well, well, well!  There’s nothing like having two girls in society!” said the Mayor, genially, winding one of Teresa’s curls about his fat finger.  “What’s this for, now?  Somebody graduating?”

“It’s Mother Superior’s Golden Jubilee,” explained Teresa, “and there will be a reunion of ’lumnae, and plays by the girls, you know, and duets by the big girls, and needlework by the Spanish girls.  And our room and Sister Claudia’s is giving a new chapel window, a dollar a girl, and Sister Ligouri’s room is giving the organ bench.”

“And our room is giving a spear,” said Alanna, uncertainly.

“A spear, darlin’?” wondered her mother.  “What would you give that to Superior for?” Jim and Dan looked up expectantly, the Mayor’s mouth twitched.  Alanna buried her face in her mother’s neck, where she whispered an explanation.

“Well, of course!” said Mrs. Costello, presently, to the company at large.  Her eye held a warning that her oldest sons did not miss.  “As she says, ’tis a ball all covered with islands and maps, Dad.  A globe, that’s the other name for it!”

“Ah, yes, a spear, to be sure!” assented the Mayor, mildly, and Alanna returned to view.

“But the best of the whole programme is the grandchildren’s part,” volunteered Teresa.  “You know, Mother, the girls whose mothers went to Notre Dame are called the ‘grandchildren.’  Alanna and I are, there are twenty-two of us in all.  And we are going to have a special march and a special song, and present Superior with a bouquet!”

“And maybe Teresa’s going to present it and say the salutation!” exulted Alanna.

“No, Marg’ret Hammond will,” Teresa corrected her quickly.  “Marg’ret’s three months older than me.  First they were going to have me, but Marg’ret’s the oldest.  And she does it awfully nicely, doesn’t she, Alanna?  Sister Celia says it’s really the most important thing of the day.  And we all stand round Marg’ret while she does it.  And the best of it all is, it’s a surprise for Superior!”

“Not a surprise like Christmas surprises,” amended Alanna, conscientiously.  “Superior sort of knows we are doing something, because she hears the girls practising, and she sees us going upstairs to rehearse.  But she will p’tend to be surprised.”

“And it’s new dresses all ’round, eh?” said her father.

“Oh, yes, we must!” said Teresa, anxiously.

“Well, I’ll see about it,” promised Mrs. Costello.

“Don’t you want to afford the expense, mother?” Alanna whispered in her ear.  Mrs. Costello was much touched.

“Don’t you worry about that, lovey!” said she.  The Mayor had presumably returned to his paper, but his absent eyes were fixed far beyond the printed sheet he still held tilted carefully to the light.

“Marg’ret Hammond—­whose girl is that, then?” he asked presently.

“She’s a girl whose mother died,” supplied Alanna, cheerfully.  “She’s awfully smart.  Sister Helen teaches her piano for nothing,—­ she’s a great friend of mine.  She likes me, doesn’t she, Tess?”