Commencement was over. The service in the little church had been very simple, but very beautiful. The Seniors dressed in the daintiest of white lawn dresses had received their diplomas, and marched slowly down the center aisle.

There had been a hurried scramble back to school. A change of clothes and then the long line of carriages had started for the station.

Polly stood on the last step of the Senior porch. Lois and her mother and father had just left for the train. They were returning to Albany for a little while before leaving for the summer vacation.

Polly was going back to New York with Uncle Roddy in his car. She watched the last carriage out of sight. There was an unnatural silence about the school buildings and she looked dejectedly at the deserted grounds. Uncle Roddy was saying good-by to Mrs. Baird at the door.

“Are you ready to start, Tiddledewinks?” he asked, handing her suitcase to the chauffeur, and waiting to help her in the car.

Polly turned to Mrs. Baird.

“I suppose so; it’s all over and I can’t think of any excuse to stay,” she said, making a pitiful attempt at a smile.

“Dear child,” Mrs. Baird said, affectionately, “don’t talk like that. Seddon Hall always has a place for all her girls; a diploma doesn’t make any difference and I can promise that there will always be an extra warm welcome for a certain little girl.”

Polly kissed her impulsively. “I’ll be back so often next year that you’ll get tired of me,” she laughed, as she got into the car. Mrs. Baird waved until they turned the bend in the road. Polly looked back in a last farewell, until the buildings on the hill were a tiny speck. Then she turned to her uncle. “Uncle Roddy,” she said, seriously, “do you remember what you said to me the first night I was home, after my Freshman year?”

“No, dear; not particularly,” Uncle Roddy replied. “What was it?”

“You told me that you hoped every year of my life would be happier than the last,” she told him. “Well it has, up until now, but I feel suddenly lost. What am I going to do?”

Uncle Roddy laughed and he took her hand.

“You’re going to begin a new chapter in life, dear,” he said, seriously, “and I think you’ll find it more interesting and fuller than the last.”

“Will I?” Polly asked, wonderingly.

“Yes,” Uncle Roddy said, confidently. “It will be fuller and more worth while. I know I can trust my Tiddledewinks to make it that.”

Polly pondered in silence for a few minutes. Then her frown disappeared and she gave herself a little shake thereby dismissing all regrets. She turned to look back in the direction of the school.

“Good-by, dear old Seddon Hall,” she said, smiling, “I’m ready for the next chapter.”