I--why--I--haven't any trunk to unpack!" exclaimed Grace in bewilderment.

Then catching sight of Anne's mirthful face, she sprang forward, caught Anne by the shoulders and shook her playfully.
"Anne Pierson, you bad child, you heard me make all my plans for unpacking, yet you wouldn't remind me that my trunk was still at the station." "I couldn't resist keeping still and allowing you to plan," confessed Anne.

"What a joke that would be for the grind book!" "Yes, wouldn't it though ?" agreed Grace sarcastically.

"However, we are not freshmen, and as my roommate I strictly forbid you to publish my stupidity broadcast.

Having the unpacking fever in my veins, I shall console myself with unpacking my bag and suit case.