h my
stupidity broadcast. Having the unpacking fever in my veins, I shall
console myself with unpacking my bag and suit case. I'll keep on wishing
for my trunk and perhaps it will come." Grace walked to the window. She
leaned out, peering anxiously down the road. Then, with a cry of
delight, she exclaimed: "Come here, Anne."

Anne walked obediently to the window.

"'Tell me, Sister Anne, do you see anything?'" quoted Grace.

"You are saved, Fatima," returned Anne dramatically. "It is an express
wagon."

Grace darted out of her door and down the stairs, meeting the expressman
on the veranda, her trunk on his shoulder. Anne, having notified Elfreda
and Miriam that the trunks had arrived, went downstairs to look after
hers.

"Now I can carry out my plan, after all," declared Grace, with great
satisfaction. "'He who laughs last, laughs best,' you know," she added
slyly.

"Before unpacking, first find your trunk," retorted Anne.

"Thank goodness, we don't have to think about entrance examinations this
year," said Grace, as she knelt before her trunk, fitting the key to the
lock.

"Yes, it does make considerable difference," returned Anne. "We shall
have more time to ourselves. Besides, we won't have to worry our heads
off the first week about whether we survived or perished."

The sound of an automobile horn caused Grace to run to the window. "It's
the bus!" she cried. "Three strange girls are getting out of it.
Evidently our freshmen have arrived. That tall girl looks interesting.
One of them is as stout as Elfreda. The little girl is cunning. I think
I like her the best of the three. Oh dear!" she exclaimed ruefully,
hastily drawing back from the window, "she looked straight up and saw me
standing here. What will she think of me?"

"You shouldn't be so curious," teased Anne.

"I know it," admitted Grace. "I'm not over curious as a rule. I hope the
tall girl is to room with the Anarchist. She looks capable of keeping
her in order."

"That task will, no doubt, be handed over to you," said Anne, who had
been making rapid progress in unpacking, while Grace had been occupied
in looking over the newcomers. "You'd better get your unpacking done, so
that you'll be ready for it--the task, I mean."

Grace sat down before her trunk with a little impatient sigh. For the
space of an hour the two girls worked rapidly, almost in silence. Both
trunks had been emptied and the greater part of their contents stored
away whe