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Updated: June 2, 2025
We Seniors who wear the philosopher's cap and gown must bear in mind that it would ill become the clown or jester. We listen to the music which rolls down the ages; but the tinkle of the bells won the ears of the Middlers. It is ever so. The world cannot be all of the higher ideal element. They cannot all be Seniors." She paused to touch the colors of the Middler class green and white.
"It is true you speak; but English is so different." Elizabeth felt the excitement attendant upon an examination. Had she paused long enough to analyse her feelings, she would have discovered that she had no fear of failing. She had read German with Miss Hale since she was old enough to read. The Middlers' work in German had been to her like an old tale, oft repeated.
"As in a dream I hear her say, 'Fraulein Wilson, you have it unright. I've taken lessons from her for three years, and that is the only remark she has ever made to me." "She will be giving examinations soon," said Mame. "The Seniors and Middlers finish her work fully a week before the midwinter holiday. It gives us time to cram on something else. It won't be long now."
Although more richly dressed than when she had seen her before, Elizabeth recognized in her the plain little woman with whom she had eaten lunch on her journey to Exeter. Both Fraulein Kronenberg and Dr. Kitchell announced tests for the week before the Christmas holidays. The Seniors and Middlers arose early and stayed up late to study.
If not a banquet what then? But the Seniors were agreed it was that. Nancy's roommate had found a carefully-written menu. And Landis had surprised another Middler painting menu and place cards. That it was to take place, was evident. But where when? The group of Seniors separated, each admonishing the others to watch the Middlers, and not permit them to talk together alone.
At intervals of a few minutes, one of the girls would try the doors, shaking them, and pounding with her fists on the panels. "There are other Seniors somewhere," cried Mary Wilson. "If we could make them hear, we 'd soon be out of here. We'd stop the Middlers' banquet." Miss Bowman laughed. "Do you still think it is a banquet? Well, it isn't. They hadn't the least idea of giving one."
"There was talk also of having a caterer from town." "Well, I guess not!" exclaimed Mary, arising. Her eyes were flashing with the spirit of school warfare. "I think you Middlers will think again about having anything so fine. Never in the history of Exeter have the Middlers given a banquet, and they shall not now. We shall keep them from it. We'll treat you as the Seniors treated us last year.
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