They found the schoolhouse already rapidly filling. To Elizabeth, the little room presented a scene of dazzling splendor¹. The place was indeed transformed. It was decorated with festoons of evergreens² and wreaths of paper flowers; and lamps twinkled from every window-sill. Across the platform was stretched a white curtain, constructed from Mrs. Robertson's and Mrs. Clegg's sheets, while from behind this magic screen—hiding one could not guess what wonders—shone all the lanterns owned by the population of Forest Glen, and across its glowing surface flitted gigantic shadows.  
Martha Ellen Robertson, in a brilliant pink satin waist, and all her jewelry⁴; and Miss Hillary in a new white dress, were already hurrying up and down the aisle⁵ marshaling their forces. As the artists appeared they arranged them on the row of improvised⁶ benches at the front, charging them to sit there quietly until their turn came for stepping behind the magic curtain.
 
Elizabeth and Rosie found each other immediately, and sat close together on the very front row. Rosie was a perfect vision in a white dress, with a string of beads⁷ around her neck and her curls tied up by a broad pink ribbon. Elizabeth, in her Sunday pinafore, starched⁸ a little stiffer than usual, gazed at her in boundless⁹ admiration¹⁰. She had supposed, before leaving home, that Mary would be the most beautiful creature present; but Mary's pale flaxen curls and colorless pinafore were lost in the gorgeous display on all sides. Katie and Lottie Price were the grandest. They fairly bristled¹¹ with ribbons and lace; but indeed all the girls were so gayly dressed that the Gordons looked like little gray sparrows in a flock of birds of Paradise. Mary sighed and looked around miserably¹² at the gay throng¹³; but little did Elizabeth care. She sat on the front bench, with Rosie on one side and Eppie on the other, and rapturously swung her feet and laughed and talked, all oblivious¹⁴ of her dun-colored clothes. It was quite impossible not to be wildly happy at such a grand festive¹⁵ gathering¹⁶. The schoolroom seemed some wonderful place she had never seen before. The middle section of the sheets was drawn¹⁷ back, displaying the platform with the teacher's desk and the blackboard, all fairly smothered¹⁸ in cedar¹⁹ and balsam boughs²⁰ and tissue-paper roses, and smelling as sweet as the swamp behind the school. It was such a bower²¹ of beauty that Elizabeth could scarcely believe she had stood there only yesterday, striving desperately²² to make a complex fraction turn simple.
 
The crowd was steadily²³ gathering, and the noise steadily increasing. Right at the back a group of boys were bunched together, laughing, talking, and whistling. Elizabeth was ashamed to see that John and Charles Stuart were amongst those whom Miss Hillary was vainly striving to bring up to the performers' seats of honor.
 
In the midst of the pleasant hum and stir there arose a commotion²⁴ near the door. A group of strangers was entering. At the sight of them, Miss Hillary plunged²⁵ behind the curtains, and Rosie and Elizabeth could see her through a division in the sheets, anxiously arranging her hair before the little mirror. Then the wise old Rosie nodded her head significantly, and standing²⁶ up, peered between the rows of people's heads. "I knew it was him!" she cried triumphantly²⁷. "I knew just by the way Miss Hillary jumped,"—and so it was—the owner of the red cutter! Then Elizabeth, forgetting her aunt's eye, jumped up too, and almost cried out with joy, for the man with him, the tall one with the handsome fur collar and cap, was none other than Mr. Coulson! There were two ladies with him, too—but she did not notice them in her delight. He was recognized at once by his old pupils, and they all set up a storm of clapping. The older people, gathered around the stove, crowded about him, shaking his hand and clapping him on the back. Then the Red Cutter came with him up to the curtains and introduced him to Miss Hillary. And all the other young ladies who were helping²⁸ in the concert shook hands with the old teacher, and Martha Ellen laughed and talked so loud that Elizabeth was delighted and wondered what had pleased her so. Next, Mr. Coulson spied the row of little girls gazing up at him with eager eyes, and he pulled Rosie's curls and Elizabeth's braid, and kissed Mary and pinched Katie and patted all the others on the head. Then he boxed the boys' ears, and told Miss Hillary they were a bad lot, and he didn't see how she put up with them, and altogether behaved so funnily that they fairly shouted with delight. Suddenly he turned abruptly²⁹, and, marching up to the platform, took his place at the desk.
 
Elizabeth was greatly disappointed. She had expected he would at least shake hands with Annie. She curled round Rosie and peeped through the rows of people to catch a sight of her sister. Annie, strange to say, did not look in the least disappointed. She was laughing and chatting with Jean and Bella Johnstone, and looking just as gay and happy as possible. Elizabeth gave up the problem. It was really no use trying to understand the queer ways of grown-up folks.
 
Mr. Coulson stood up to make his chairman's speech and to tell them he was very glad to come back to Forest Glen. Elizabeth thought his address was wonderfully clever, her partial eyes failing to notice that he was big and awkward, that he did not know what to do with his hands, and that he was more than usually nervous. There was another pair of eyes, besides Elizabeth's, that, when they dared lift themselves, looked upon his blundering performance with tender pride. But Miss Gordon gazed at him coldly, thanking herself that she had put an end to all nonsense between him and Annie before it was too late. The grandson of a tavern-keeper, though he might rise to have good morals, could never reach the height of genteel manners.
 
At last the chairman's halting remarks were concluded, and the programme fairly started. First came a chorus by all the girls of the school, and such of the boys as could be coaxed³¹ or driven to the platform; the masculine portion of the artists having suddenly developed an overwhelming modesty³². But the girls were all eager to perform; and they sang "Flow gently, sweet Afton" with great vigor³³, and, as Mr. Coulson said afterwards, "just like the robins³⁴ in springtime."
 
As they burst into the second verse, Elizabeth, who stood directly behind Mary, and had to view the audience through the halo, was surprised to see a boy down near the stove making vigorous signs to attract her attention. She stared in amazement³⁵, and almost stopped singing. It was Horace! There he was in a brand new velvet³⁶ suit, smiling at her with the greatest glee, and pointing her out to his companions. He sat between two ladies, the very two Elizabeth had seen enter with Mr. Coulson. One was a tall, thin lady in a sealskin coat, probably Horace's mamma, as he called her. The other lady was very stout³⁷ and wonderfully dressed. Elizabeth could scarcely see her face for the enormous plumed³⁸ hat she wore. She seemed to be a very grand lady, indeed, for, every time she moved, jewels glittered on her hat or at her throat.
 
Elizabeth quite forgot the words of the song watching her, and was absently singing:
 
"There oft as mild evening weeps over the Tea,
There daily I wander as noon rises high,"
when Rosie poked³⁹ her back to consciousness.
 
When they had come down from the platform and the stir of preparation for the next number was going on behind the billowing sheets, Elizabeth felt herself pulled vigorously from behind. She whirled about; Horace was beside her, all smiles.
 
"Hello," he cried cordially. "Say, you sang just jolly, Lizzie."
 
"Hello!" responded Elizabeth, forgetting in her delight that this was not a genteel salutation. "I'm awful glad to see you, Horace." This was quite true; since he did not appear in the role of beau any more, she was genuinely pleased at the sight of her old playmate. Rosie expressed the same sentiment rapturously. Susie and Katie followed, and even Eppie faltered⁴⁰ out some words of welcome.
 
"How did you come to be here?" Elizabeth asked.
 
"Mr. Coulson told me there was a concert, and I just coaxed mamma to let me come until she was nearly crazy and just had to let me. I can manage her all right. Papa's different, though. He wouldn't let me come with Mr. Coulson alone, and I wanted to!" His handsome face curled up in a pout⁴¹. "They always tag round after me as if I was a kid. But Mr. Coulson fixed⁴² it up. Say, he's a dandy. He came over and coaxed papa to let me come, and he got Aunt Jarvis to come, too. That's Aunt Jarvis next the stove. She likes Mr. Coulson awful well and said she'd come to oblige him, and then mamma said she'd come, too. Madeline intended to come, too, but she was going to a party. She goes to one 'most every night. I wish I could, but I always get sick. Say, Lizzie, I've got a new dog, and I hitch⁴³ him to my sleigh, and oh, say, he's the dandiest fun——"
 
But Elizabeth was not listening. She was too much overcome by the wonderful news. Mrs. Jarvis, the fairy god-mother, who had always seemed unreal, was really and truly there in the flesh! She could scarcely believe it.
 
Horace, finding his audience inattentive, moved away, chatting volubly to all his old friends, and the next moment Jean came crushing her way through the crowd to Elizabeth's side, her eyes shining with excitement.
 
"Lizzie, aunt sent me to tell you to do your very, very best. Mrs. Jarvis is really and truly down there," she whispered excitedly. "And she says to be sure and smooth your hair just before your dialogue, and don't for the world let your boot laces come untied⁴⁴. And when it's all over, aunt says you're to come down with her and be introduced."
 
Elizabeth did not hear a word of her sister's admonitions. She realized only that Mrs. Jarvis was there to watch her act in a dialogue! Her heart stood still at the thought, and then went on again madly.
 
Meanwhile, Mary had spread the news of the town visitors, and all the girls were in a flutter.
 
"It's too bad," Katie Price whispered to Rosie, "that Lizzie Gordon's got that awful lookin' pinny on. Mrs. Jarvis 'll be ashamed of her. And her hair ain't curled even."
 
"She can beat anybody in the school at speakin' a dialogue, anyhow," declared Rosie loyally. "And Martha Ellen's goin' to dress her up in long clothes anyway, so it don't matter."
 
The concert was going steadily on, each performer showing signs of the epidemic⁴⁵ of excitement that the arrival of the town visitors had produced. Lottie Price stopped short three times in reciting "Curfew must not ring to-night," and had to be helped from behind the sheets by Miss Hillary. No one felt very sorry, for, as Teenie Robertson said, "Lottie Price was just showing off, anyhow, and it served her right." But everyone else seemed to go wrong from the moment the strangers were announced, and to Elizabeth's dismay even poor Rosie did not escape.
 
The programme partook largely of a temperance sentiment, and Rosie's song was "Father, dear father, come home with me now," a selection which at the practices had almost moved the spectators to tears. Joel Davis, because he was the biggest boy in the school, and hadn't anything to do but sit still, acted the part of Rosie's father. He sat at a table with three or four companions, all arrayed in rags, and drank cold tea from a vinegar jar. Rosie came in, and taking Joel by the sleeve, sang:
 
"Father, dear father, come home with me now,
The clock in the steeple strikes one,
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done."
Then from behind the curtain some of the bigger girls, led by Martha Ellen Robertson, sang softly:
 
"Come home, come home,
Please, father, dear father, come home."
Rosie sang another verse at two o'clock, and still another at three, singing the hands right round to twelve, and still the obdurate⁴⁶ Joel sat immovable and still drank tea.
 
It had been considered, even by Miss Hillary, one of the best pieces on the programme, and Elizabeth was almost as excited over it as she was over her dialogue. And to-night Rosie looked so beautiful in her white dress and pink bow that Elizabeth felt sure Mrs. Jarvis would think her the sweetest, dearest girl in the whole wide world.
 
But what was the dismay of all the singer's friends, and the rage and humiliation⁴⁷ of the singer's mother, when she emerged from Miss Hillary's hands and stood before the audience! All her glory of sash and beads and frills was swallowed up in Mrs. Robertson's shawl—the old, ragged⁴⁸ "Paisley" she wore only when she went to milk the cows or feed the chickens! Miss Hillary had even taken the pink ribbon out of the poor little singer's curls; and Rosie confided⁴⁹ to Elizabeth afterwards, with sobs⁵⁰, she had actually bidden her take off her boots and stockings and go barefoot! Rosie had been almost overwhelmed by this stripping of her ornaments⁵¹, but she found spirit enough remaining to rebel at this last sacrifice. And, as Elizabeth indignantly declared, even a worm would turn at being commanded to take off its boots, when they were a brand new copper⁵²-toed pair with a lovely loud squeak⁵³! But even the copper toes were concealed⁵⁴ by the trailing ends of Mrs. Robertson's barnyard shawl, and the poor little worm was none the better for her turning.
 
The song was a melancholy⁵⁵ failure. Rosie sang in such a dismayed, quavering voice that no one could hear her, and everyone was relieved when she finally broke down and had to leave before the clock in the steeple had a chance to strike more than ten.
 
Rosie's mother had sat through the pitiful performance, fairly boiling over with indignation, and as soon as the Paisley shawl, heaving with sobs, had disappeared behind the sheets, she followed it and "had............