"Oh, how perfectly lovely, Tom!" cried Nellie, on catching sight of
the flowers.

"I think the gentlemen ought to have button-hole bouquets," said
Grace.

"All right, I'm willing," returned Sam quickly, and thereupon some of
the flowers from the larger bouquet were speedily transferred to three
coat buttonholes.

It was a lively time all around, for between the courses that were
served, the young folks insisted upon singing some of the Brill and
Hope songs. As it happened, there were no outside guests present, so
the students and their friends could do pretty much as they pleased.

"Sorry, but we've got to start back," said Tom, presently, as he
looked at his watch. "Not but what I'd rather stay here than go to
Brill for the celebration!" and he looked fondly at Nellie.

"What's the matter with my driving the car?" suggested Songbird, who
was well able to perform that service. "You've both had a whack at it;
it seems to me it's my turn now."

Both of the Rovers were willing, and a short time later, with Songbird
at the wheel and Minnie beside him, and the Rovers and the Laning
girls in the tonneau, the touring car left the hotel and started on
the way to the Sanderson cottage and the seminary.

"What's the matter with a song?" cried Sam, as the car sped along.