"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.