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198 up in the schoolhouse hall to remember them by. I don't know whether it's now or next week, but there's something of the kind to be done." "Well, it's to-night," said Wesley, "and we are going. It's my treat, and we've got to hurry or we won't get in. There's reserved seats, and we have none, so it's the gallery for us, but I don't care so I get to take one good peep at Elnora." "S'pose she plays?" whispered Margaret in his ear. "Aw, tush! She couldn't!" said Wesley. "Well, she's been doing it three years in the orchestra, and working like a slave at it." "Oh, well, that's different. She's in the play to-night. Brownlee told me so. Come on, quick! We'll drive and hitch closest place we can find to the building." Margaret went in the excitement of the moment, but she was troubled. When they reached the building Wesley tied the team to a railing and Billy sprang out to help Margaret. Mrs. Comstock sat still. "Come on, Kate," said Wesley, reaching his hand. "I'm not going anywhere," said Mrs. Comstock, settling comfortably back against the cushins. All of them begged and pleaded, but it was no use. Not an inch would Mrs. Comstock budge. The night was warm and the carriage comfortable, the horses were securely hitched. She did not care to see what idiotic thing a pack of school children were doing; she would wait until the Sintons returned. Wesley told her it might be two