the june days sped so rapidly that genevieve wondered where they went, sometimes. school was to close the twenty-third. mr. hartley was to arrive on the twentieth. meanwhile examinations and the prize contest were uppermost in every one's thoughts. graduation exercises were to come in the evening. the winner of the prize was to be announced at that time, also.

"and really, you know, the announcement of the prize-winner is all we care about specially," elsie said one day, in the presence of a group of her friends on the schoolhouse steps.

"just you wait till you graduate," laughed back bertha's brother, charlie, "and then i guess the evening exercises will be of some consequence."

"of course—but that won't be till two years from now," cried genevieve.

"then you girls will be thinking more of frills and furbelows than you will of prizes," laughed harold day.

"i've got a new white dress for graduation night," said elsie in a low voice to genevieve, "and i don't believe i could have a prettier one, even then."

"another new white dress?" demanded tilly, who had heard the aside. "why, elsie martin, you had one for miss sally's wedding!"

elsie laughed happily.

"i know—but this is a muslin. aunt kate seemed to want me to have it—and of course i'd love to have it, myself!"

genevieve, for some reason, looked suddenly very happy, so much so that harold, watching her, said quietly a minute later:

"well, young lady, what's gone specially right with your world to-day?"

genevieve laughed and blushed. she shook her head roguishly. then suddenly she rejoined:

"i reckon one of my awfully bad things has turned out all good—that's all!"

true to his word, mr. hartley came on the twentieth. he was to be mrs. kennedy's guest until the start for texas after school had closed.

"my, dearie! how fine and tall we are growing," he greeted his daughter affectionately. "looks like mr. tim and the boys won't know you, i'm thinking!"

"nonsense! of course they will—and i can't hardly wait to see them, either," cried genevieve.

it is doubtful if, on graduation night, cordelia wilson herself listened to the announcement of the prize-winner any more anxiously than did genevieve. it seemed as if she could not bear it—after what had happened—if cordelia did not get the prize. and cordelia got it.

"'when sunbridge went to texas,'" read mr. jackson, "cordelia wilson." and it was genevieve who clapped the loudest.

cordelia, certainly, was beatifically happy. and when genevieve saw her amazed, but joyously happy face, she wondered why she should suddenly want to cry—for, surely, she had never felt happier in her life.

graduation day, for the happy hexagons, was not, after all, quite the last meeting together; for mrs. kennedy gave genevieve a porch party the night before she was to start back to texas with mr. hartley.

a very merry crowd of boys and girls it was that sang college songs and told stories that night on the kennedys' roomy, electric-lighted veranda.

"it seems just as if i couldn't have you go away," sighed cordelia, at last, to genevieve.

"but i'm coming back next year."

"mercy! we couldn't stand it if you weren't," cried tilly.

"and just think—last year we all went back with you," murmured elsie.

"i wish you were going this year," declared genevieve.

"i guess you aren't the only one that wishes that," cut in several longing voices.

"well, we'll take you all now—if you'll go," retorted genevieve, merrily.

"all—did you say?" challenged harold day.

"yes, all," nodded genevieve, emphatically. "we'd be glad to have you, every one of you."

"well, i begin to think you would—now that i've seen texas," sighed tilly. "but i suppose we shall have to content ourselves till you come back this time."

"and this wonderful little rhyming dictionary, as miss tilly calls her—does she come back with you?" asked o. b. j. holmes.

"maybe. she comes next fall, anyway, before school begins," smiled genevieve.

"well, what i want to know is, if you are going to do any more texas missionary work," suggested charlie brown.

"pooh! she doesn't do that there—she does that here," cut in tilly.

"there isn't any more to do, anyway," declared the exact cordelia, happily. "she's got everything fixed even down to elsie's—" she stopped just in time, but already genevieve had interposed hurriedly:

"oh, but it wasn't i that did anything. it was cordelia. she found them to begin with, you know—reddy, and hermit joe's son."

mrs. kennedy and miss jane, together with nancy appeared just then with great plates of ice cream and delicious cake; and after that, all too soon, came the time for good-nights. the good-nights were not quite finished, however, until at the foot of the walk, five members of the hexagon club turned, and all together gave their texas yell with a lusty "genevieve" at the end that brought the tears to the real genevieve's eyes.

"texas, texas, tex—tex—texas!

texas, texas, rah! rah! rah!

genevieve!"

"mercy! what will the neighbors say—at this time of night!" protested miss jane chick, feebly; but her eyes, too, were moist.