Now September had rolled around again and the station platform of
the town of Overton was dotted with groups of students laden with
suit cases, golf bags and the paraphernalia belonging peculiarly to
the college girl. Overton College was about to claim its own. The
joyous greetings called out by happy voices testified to the fact
that the next best thing to leaving college to go home was leaving
home to come back to college.

"Where is Ruth?" was Grace's first question as she surveyed Arline
with smiling, affectionate eyes.

"She'll be here directly," answered Arline. "She is looking after
the trunks. She is the most indefatigable little laborer I ever saw.
From the time we began to get ready to come back to Overton she
refused positively to allow me to lift my finger. She is always
hunting something to do. She says she has acquired the work habit so
strongly that she can't break herself of it, and I believe her,"
finished Arline with a sigh of resignation. "Here she comes now."

An instant later the demure young woman seen approaching was
surrounded by laughing girls.

"Stop working and speak to your little friends," laughed Miriam
Nesbit. "We've just heard bad reports of you."

"I know what you've heard!" exclaimed Ruth, her plain little face
alight with happiness. "Arline has been grumbling. You haven't any
idea what a fault-finding person she is. She lectures me all the time."