The two girls had worked incessantly upon it, rehearsing almost every day.  Grace was the only one who had been permitted to hear a rehearsal of it, and she was enraptured with what she heard.

The boys had all arrived, and the Phi Sigma Tau divided their time equally between concert rehearsals and social gatherings.  David’s friend, Donald Earle, was ably living up to his college reputation, and proved himself a source of unmitigated pleasure to the young people among whom he was thrown.  It was soon discovered, however, that he was oftenest found in Eleanor’s wake, and his eyes showed honest admiration for the beautiful girl every time he looked at her.

Hippy, who had established a reputation as a singer of humorous songs, was asked for his services.

“I have a number of new and choice ditties that I will render with pleasure, providing I am afterwards fed,” he shrewdly declared, when interviewed on the subject.

“It will all depend upon how well you sing,” stipulated Nora.

“Then I shan’t warble at all,” announced Hippy.  “I am a man of few words, but when I say I must have food for my services as a soloist, I mean it.  There must be no uncertainty.  Do I feed or do I not?”

“You feed,” laughed Nora.

The concert was to be held in Assembly Hall, and three days before every ticket issued had been sold.  People who could not attend bought tickets and handed them back to be sold over again.  The senior class, by reason of the popularity of the Phi Sigma Tau, was considered the class of classes.

“We’ll have to put out a ‘Standing Room Only’ sign,” declared Anne Pierson, as she viewed the packed house through a hole in the curtain.

The fateful night had arrived, and Anne, Eleanor and Grace stood in a group on the stage, while Anne industriously took note of the audience.

“Let me look for a minute, Anne,” said Grace.  “I don’t believe there’ll be standing room,” she remarked, as she stepped aside to give Eleanor a chance to peer out.

“Come on, girls,” called Nora O’Malley, as a burst of applause sounded from the other side of the curtain.  “It’s half past eight, and the curtain will go up in about two minutes.”

The three girls scurried off the stage, the Glee Club filed on and arranged themselves, and the curtain rose.

Each number was applauded to the echo and in every instance the audience clamored for an encore.

As the time for Eleanor’s first solo drew near, Anne and Grace felt their hearts beat a little faster.  Nora was giving an encore to her first song.  Eleanor was to follow her.  As she stood in the wing her violin under her arm, Grace thought she had never appeared more beautiful.

Her gown was of some soft, white material and rather simply made.  “I never like to wear fussy things when I play,” she had confided to the girls.

Jessica stood directly behind her.  She was to act as accompanist.