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the last line. Then at the end of theprogramme came her class poem, Makers of To-morrow; and there, as on many a former occasion,cheap coach purses,her personality played so great a part that sheseemed to be uttering Miltonic sentiments insteadof school-girl verse. Her voice, her eyes, her bodybreathed conviction, earnestness, emotion; andwhen she left the platform the audience felt thatthey had listened to a masterpiece. Most of herhearers knew little of Carlyle or Emerson, or theymight have remembered that the one said, "Weare all poets when we read a poem well," and theother, "'T is the good reader makes the goodbook."It was over! The diplomas had been presented,replica furla bags,and each girl, after giving furtive touches to herhair, sly tweaks to her muslin skirts, and caressingpats to her sash, had gone forward to receive theroll of parchment with a bow that had been thesubject of anxious thought for weeks. Rounds ofapplause greeted each graduate at this thrillingmoment, and Jeremiah Cobb's behavior, whenRebecca came forward, was the talk of Wareham andRiverboro