How's Mr. Grayson going to know where the things came from or who gave them? I wish we had thought to ask Dick or Sears or some one to be on hand and make a sort of speech."
"Couldn't you do it, Morris?" asked Nell.
"Me? Great Scott, no!"
"Then Gordon"
"Nothing doing! Thank you just the same, Nell."
"I know," said Louise. "We'll write on a card that the gift is made by the students and we'll get Miss Turner to let us in there early in the morning and put it on the desk or somewhere where he will see it. Won't that do?"
"Yes," agreed Morris. "What time does he usually show up?"
"About a quarter of an hour before the bell," said Gordon. "There'll be plenty of time. You write it to-night, Louise, so you won't forget it."
"Very well. 'To Mr. Grayson, from the Students of the Clearfield High School, wishing him many happy returns of the day.' Would that do?"
"Slick," said Morris, as they entered the drugstore. "Now, then, what are you all going to have?"
There was a commendable promptness evident on the part of a large portion of the students the next
