the same moment.

"If we could only sit together, all of us!" their eyes telegraphed.

"They're all taking the tables they want and standing by the chairs,"
whispered Betty. "Let's do that."

A table set for eight was close to the door. Betty, Bobby, Louise,
Frances, Libbie, Constance, Norma and Alice gently surrounded this and
stood quietly behind the chairs.

Some one, somewhere, gave a signal, and the roomful was seated as
if by magic.

"I see--those four tables over by the window are for the teachers,"
whispered Betty. "I see Miss Anderson and Miss Lacey, and that
white-haired woman must be the principal. Yes, and girls, there's that
woman whom the boys tormented so on the train!"

Sure enough, there she was, looking even more severe now that her hat
was removed and her sharp features were unrelieved.

"If this isn't fun! I'm sorry for poor Esther at Miss Graham's,"
said Bobby, looking about her with delight. "Mercy, what do you
suppose this is?"

One of the young clerks from the office approached the table, a large
cardboard sheet in her hand.

"I'm filling in the diagram," she explained. "You mustn't change your