"Why don't you wish to go to Overton?" asked Anne.

"Because I don't want to go to college at all," was the blunt answer. "I
want to go to Europe with Ma and Pa and have a good time. We have loads
of money, but what good does that do me if I can't get a chance to spend
it? I'd fail in all my exams if I dared, but Pa knows I'm not a wooden
head, and I'd just have to try it again somewhere else. So I'll have to
let well enough alone or get in deeper than I am now."

The stout girl leaned back in her seat and surveyed the trio of girls
through half-closed eyes. "Where did you girls come from and what are
your names?" she asked abruptly. "Partners in misery might as well get
acquainted, you know."

Grace introduced her friends in turn, then said: "My name is Grace
Harlowe, and we three girls live in the city of Oakdale."

"Never heard of it," yawned the girl. "It must be like Fairview, our
town, not down on the map. We live there, because Ma was born there and
thinks it the only place on earth, but we manage to go to New York
occasionally, thank goodness. Ever been there?" she queried.

"Once or twice," smiled Miriam Nesbit.

"Great old town, isn't it?" remarked their new acquaintance. "My name is
J. Elfreda Briggs. The J. stands for Josephine, but I hate it. Ma and Pa
call me Fred, and that sounds pretty good to me. Say, aren't you girls
about starved? I'm going to hunt the dining car and buy food. I haven't
had anything to eat since eight o'clock this morning."