The late September day waved back at Summer graceful as a child saying goodbye with a soft dimply hand; and just as fitful were the gleams of warm sunshine that lazed through the stately trees on the broad campus of Wellington College. It was a brave day-Summer defying Nature, swishing her silken skirts of transparent iridescence into the leaves already trembling before the master hand of Autumn, with his brush poised for their fateful stroke of poisoned beauty; every last bud of weed or flower bursting in heroic tribute, and every breeze cheering the pageant in that farewell to Summer. If school didn't start just w, commented Norma Travers, I wonder what we would do? Everything else seems to stop short.I never saw shadows come and go so weirdly on any other first day, added Judith Stearns omiusly. I hope it doesn't mean a sign, as Velma Sigbee would put it, and dark eyed Judith waved her arms above her black head to ward off the blow.