Grace Harlowes Second Year at Overton College | Page 3

We are
here early this year."
"I'd rather be early than late," rejoined Miriam. "Last year we were late.
Don't you remember? There were dozens of girls at the station when we
arrived. Arline and Ruth are the first real friends we have seen so far.
Where are Mabel Ashe and Frances Marlton, Emma Dean and Gertrude
Wells, not to mention Virginia Gaines?"
"If I'm not mistaken," said Elfreda slowly, her brows drawing together
in an ominous frown, "there are two people just ahead of us whom we
have reason to remember."
Almost at the moment of her declaration the girls had espied two young
women loitering along the walk ahead of them whose very backs were
too familiar to be mistaken.
"It's Miss Wicks and Miss Hampton, isn't it?" asked Anne.
Grace nodded. They were now too close to the young women for
further speech. A moment more and the bus Containing the five girls
had passed the loitering pair. Neither side had made the slightest sign
of recognition. A sudden silence fell upon the little company in the bus.
"It is too bad to begin one's sophomore year by cutting two Overton
girls, isn't it?" said Grace, in a rueful tone.

"Overton girls!" sniffed Elfreda. "I consider neither Miss Wicks nor
Miss Hampton real Overton girls."
"They should be by this time," reminded Miriam Nesbit mischievously.
"They have been here a year longer than we have."
"Years don't count," retorted Elfreda. "It's having the true Overton
spirit that counts. You girls understand what I mean, even if Miriam
tries to pretend she doesn't."
"Of course we understand, Elfreda," soothed Anne. "Miriam was
merely trying to tease you."
"Don't you suppose I know that?" returned Elfreda. "I know, too, that
you don't wish me to say anything against those two girls. All right, I
won't, but I warn you, I'll keep on thinking uncomplimentary things
about them. Last June, after that ghost party, I promised Grace I would
never try to get even with Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton, but I
didn't promise to like them, and if they attempt to interfere with me this
year, they'll be sorry."
"Oh, there's the campus!" exclaimed Arline as, turning into College
Street, the long green slope, broken at intervals by magnificent old
trees, burst upon their view. "Hello, Overton Hall!" she cried, waving
her hand to that stately building. "Doesn't the campus look like green
plush, though! I love every inch of it, don't you?" She looked at her
companions and, seeing the light from her face reflected on theirs,
needed no verbal answer to her question. A moment later she signaled
to the driver to stop the bus. "I shall have to leave you here," she said.
"I'll see you at Vinton's at six-thirty."
Grace handed out her luggage to her, saying: "You have so much to
carry, Arline. Shall I help you?"
"Mercy, no," laughed Arline. "'Every woman her own porter,' is my
motto." Opening her suit case she stuffed the candy and magazines into
it, snapping it shut with a triumphant click. Then with it in one hand,
her golf bag in the other, she set off across the campus at a swinging

pace.
"She's little, but she has plenty of independence and energy," laughed
Miriam. "Hurrah, girls, there's Wayne Hall just ahead of us."
It was only a short ride from the spot where Arline had left them to
Wayne Hall. Grace sprang from the bus almost before it stopped, and
ran up the stone walk, her three friends following. Before she had time
to ring the door bell, however, the door opened and Emma Dean rushed
out to greet them. "Welcome to old Wayne," she cried, shaking hands
all around. "I heard Mrs. Elwood say this morning you would be here
late this afternoon. I've been over to Morton House, consoling a
homesick cousin who is sure she is going to hate college. I've been out
since before luncheon. Had it at Martell's with my dolorous,
misanthropic relative. I tried to get her in here, but everything was
taken. We are to have four freshmen, you know."
"I knew there were four places last June, but am rather surprised that no
sophomores applied for rooms. Have you seen the new girls?"
Emma shook her head. "They hadn't arrived when I left this morning. I
don't know whether they are here now or not. I'm to have one of them.
Virginia Gaines has gone to Livingstone Hall. She has a friend there.
Two of the new girls will have her room. Florence Ransom will have to
take the fourth."
"Where's Mrs. Elwood?" asked Miriam.
"She went over to see her sister this afternoon. She's likely to return at
any minute," answered Emma.
"Do you think we ought to wait