campus houses
the real packing dragged along in most instances until within two hours
of the time when the trunks were to be called for. Then a wholesale
scramble began, to make up for lost minutes. One of the most frequent
and painful sights during those last two days was that of a wrathful
expressman, glaring in impotent rage while an enterprising damsel opened
her trunk on the front porch to take out or put in one or several of her
various possessions which, until that moment, had been completely
forgotten.

The night before leaving Overton the four girls paid a visit to Ruth
Denton. The plucky little freshman had refused an invitation to spend
the summer with Arline Thayer, but had accepted a position in Overton
with a dress-maker. The last two weeks of her vacation she had promised
to spend with Arline at the sea-shore.

Their last morning at Overton dawned fair and sunshiny. Grace, who had
risen early, stood at the window, looking out at the glory of the
sparkling June day.

The campus was a vast green velvet carpet and the pale green of the
trees had not yet changed to that darker, dustier shade that belongs
only to summer. Back among the trees Overton Hall rose gray and
majestic. Grace's heart swelled with pride as she gazed at the stately
old building surrounded by its silent, leafy guard. "Overton, my Alma
Mater," she said softly. "May I be always worthy to be your child."

"What are you mooning over?" asked Anne, who had slipped into her kimono
and joined Grace at the window.

"I'm rhapsodizing," smiled Grace, her eyes very bright. "I love Overton,
don't you, Anne?"

Anne nodded. "I'm glad we didn't go to Wellesley or Vassar, or even
Smith. I'd rather be here."

"So would I," sighed Grace. "Next to home there is no place like
Overton. I almost wish I were coming back here next fall as a freshman."

"But it's against the law of progress to wish one's self back," smiled
Anne, "and being a sophomore surely has its rainbow side."

"And it rests with us to find it," replied Grace softly, placing her
hand on her friend's shoulder.

A little later, laden with bags and suit cases, the three Oakdale
girls, accompanied by Elfreda, walked out of Wayne Hall as freshmen for
the last time.

"When next we see this house it will be as sophomores," observed
Elfreda. "I'm glad we are all going home on the same train. Do you
remember the day I met you? I thought I owned the earth then. But I have
found out that t