"Nonsense," smiled Mabel. "I am not depriving myself of any pleasure.
Oh, there goes one of my best friends!" Putting her hands to her mouth
she called, "Frances!" A tall slender girl, with serious brown eyes and
dark hair, who was leisurely crossing the station platform, stopped
short, glanced in the direction of the sound, then espying Mabel hurried
toward her.

"Good old Frances," beamed Mabel. "You heard me calling and came on the
run, didn't you? This is the noblest junior of them all, my dear
freshmen. Her name is Frances Veronica Marlton. Doesn't that sound like
the heroine's name in one of the six best sellers?" Mabel introduced the
three girls in turn. "Now let us be on our way," she commanded, looking
up and down the station platform at the fast dissolving groups of girls.
"I don't see any more stray lambs. I think the committee appointed to
meet the freshmen has fulfilled its mission. And now for your hotel. It
is past dinner time and I know you are hungry and anxious to rest."

Picking up Grace's bag she led the way through the station followed by
Grace and Miriam. Anne walked behind them with Frances Marlton. The
little company set off down the main street of the college town at a
swinging pace. It was a wide, beautiful street, shaded by tall maples.
The houses that lined it were for the most part old-fashioned and the
wayfarers caught alluring glimpses of green lawns dotted with flower
beds as they walked along.

"It makes me think of High School Street in Oakdale!" Grace exclaimed.
"If ever I feel that I'm going to be homesick, I'll just walk down this
street and make believe that I'm at home! That will be the surest cure
for the blues, if I get them."