and it isn’t likely to get cold, not until next month anyhow.”

“O, we’ll have picnic days in October,” said Cathalina.

“I’m not so sure about the lake, though,” suggested Betty.

“Let’s hurry up a picnic, then,—a class picnic?” queried Hilary.

“Yes, that would be best, I think,” said Juliet. “If you go outside the class it gets mixed up. We might have a literary society picnic, though,—what do you think?”

“O, let’s have a senior academy picnic,” said Pauline. “We are used to working up class picnics together. Let’s ask right away for the Greycliff for next Saturday, and get Patty and Dr. Norris to chaperone us.”

“How painful that would be for them,” laughed Betty. “Miss Randolph might think they needed chaperoning themselves, though.”

“Our crowd would be chaperones enough for them. He scarcely looks at Patty before the girls, and she has the most polite manner you ever saw.”

“She is always polite to everybody.”

“Well, distant or formal, then.”

“It’s a fine idea, Pauline,” said Lilian, “will you see Miss Randolph about the boat and the chaperones? We’ll call a class meeting for Monday and appoint a committee for the eats, pardon me, the food, banquet, viands and victuals!”

After a Sabbath of much needed rest from lessons and parties, the week fairly flew. It seemed no time till Saturday and the picnic were at hand. There were clouds, but it was warm and the sun peeped through occasionally as the girls brought various articles for the lunch and Mickey packed in the usual equipment for picnics. “Feels like rain to me,” said he, “everybody got a raincoat?” Everybody had, and the Greycliff started with its happy, singing load of senior girls.

Helen, whom the girls sometimes called “Dixie,” had arranged a Greycliff song to that famous Southern tune and the girls started that as a beginning:

 “O, Greycliff seniors strong are we, A giddy, happy company, Come away, Come away, Come away, Greycliff Girls! Where the surf beats high we swim and dive, We keep the other schools alive, Come away, Come away, Come away, Greycliff Girls! O, we love to be at Greycliff, Hooray! Hooray! At Greycliff School The 

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