Grace Harlowe's First Year at Overton College by Jessie Graham [pseud.] Flower
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nicer to be on the campus. We really should have made arrangements
before-hand, and if we hadn't waited until the last moment to decide to what college we wished to go we might be cosily settled now." "Perhaps we are only fulfilling our destiny," smiled Miriam Nesbit. "Perhaps," agreed Grace in a doubtful tone. "Once we are in our hall or boarding house I dare say we will shake off this feeling of constraint and become genuine Overtonites." "Had we better study to-night?" inquired Grace as they made their way from the hotel dining room. "I think it would be a wise proceeding," agreed Miriam. "I want to go over my French verbs." "So do I," echoed Grace. "Let's study until ten, and then go straight to bed." Ten o'clock stretched well toward eleven before Grace put down her text book with a tired little sigh and declared herself too sleepy for further study. It had been arranged that Miriam should occupy the one room of the suite while Grace and Anne were to share the other, which had two beds. The long journey by rail had tired the travelers far more than they would admit. For a few moments, after retiring, conversation flourished between the two rooms, then died away in indistinct murmurs, and the prospective Overton freshmen slept peacefully as though safe in their Oakdale homes. |
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