"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."