the butterfly pattern she was embroidering to note that two of her
companions were lagging. A sudden silence fell upon them all. It was
broken by Nora's quick tones. "I'll take it all back," she averred. "I'm
strictly in favor of idle hands. Let's put our work away and go for a
walk!"

"For this brilliant idea, we thank you," returned Anne, coming out of her
dream in a hurry.

"Why not walk over to the old Omnibus House," suggested Grace.

"Brillianter and brillianter," nodded Nora. "What could be more fitting
than to make a pilgrimage to the scenes of our high school days? I haven't
been there in ages."

"Neither have I," was Grace's quick response. "It's only half-past three.
We'll have plenty of time to go there and back before dinner. The boys
won't be here until six o'clock. You know that Tom Gray arrived yesterday,
I suppose? That makes the Eight Originals complete. We'll have to do
without the Plus Two, because Miriam hasn't come home yet and Arnold won't
be here until the night before Nora's wedding."

"How I miss Miriam," sighed Grace.

"We never dreamed when we were freshmen that she would ever be our close
friend, did we?" asked Nora.

"She's a dear, and no mistake," agreed Jessica. Then, her glance straying
to Anne, "What makes Anne look so mysterious?"