Maria Annunciata The Revolt of Tildy Mears A Message from Mother Elise "T. B." Conducts a Rehearsal The Rise of the Curtain LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS May Iverson "Don't Stand There Staring. I Know I'm Not a Beauty," and She Cackled Like an Angry Hen. It Was Young "Shep," the Last of the Morans "D'ye Know the Woman?" He Said MAY IVERSON'S CAREER MAY IVERSON'S CAREER I MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT 1 The Commencement exercises at St. Catharine's were over, and everybody in the big assembly-hall was looking relieved and grateful. Mabel Muriel Murphy had welcomed our parents and friends to the convent shades in an extemporaneous speech we had overheard her practising for weeks; and the proud face of Mabel Muriel's father, beaming on her as she talked, illumined the front row like an electric globe. Maudie Joyce had read a beautiful essay, full of uplifting thoughts and rare flowers of rhetoric; Mabel Blossom had tried to deliver her address without the manuscript, and had forgotten it at a vital point; Adeline Thurston had recited an original poem; Kittie James had sung a solo; and Janet Trelawney had played the Sixth Hungarian Rhapsody on the piano. 1 Need I say who read the valedictory? It was I—May Iverson—winner of the Cross of Honor, winner 2 of the Crown, leader of the convent orchestra, and president of the senior class. If there are those who think I should not mention these honors I will merely ask
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