{{betlep028.png}} was coming over! There was a young people's supper and party at the church! Oh, well. She'd get it in somehow. And Betty would. The afternoon went as busily, though the per- iods were of the usual length. How was she going to get to that Lyon 'Y' meeting when there was orchestra practice? She had not thought of that! But when school was out and she had put away her books in her locker, with the exception of what she must take home, she ran to the audi- torium with her violin only to find a notice: "Orchestra practice postponed until tomor- row. Same hour!" The violin went back into the locker, for there would be no home practice tonight! Arm in arm with Carolyn Gwynne, who had also seen the notice and waited for Betty, she ran in fine spirits to the room in which the "Lyon Y," or the older high school group of Girl Reserves, was to meet. "Got the letter, Betty?" asked Carolyn. "Yes -- but I'd better look to see!" Betty opened her little bag, which contained her street car-fare and several other things, felt around and found the letter from the "Don," folded to come within the compass of the bag. "You can [[28]]