We're pretty proud of our young ladies, we Overton folks.
Excuse me, miss, I'll go over to my house and get the key.

I'll be right along." "He has a whole lot of real college spirit," commented Elfreda, "or he couldn't speak so beautifully of the Overton girls." "He always was a perfect old dear," agreed Grace warmly.
The caretaker soon overtook them with the key, and the little company crossed the street and traversed the deserted campus.
"How strangely still everything is," commented Grace.

"Not in the least like it was six months ago, is it, Elfreda ?" "It gives me the blues," averred Elfreda in a low tone.
"Here we are," called Mrs.Gray, with a cheery attempt at dispelling the tiny cloud of dejection that had fallen over the two girls.

"Harlowe House couldn't have a prettier site." The three women followed Mr.Symes up the steps, then, as if by common consent, turned and looked out over the green expanse of closely-clipped lawn, sprinkled with sentinel-like old trees.

They had stood guard year after year and silently watched the comings and goings of the hundreds of girls who proudly acknowledged Overton as their Alma Mater.
"What's the use of gazing and mooning ?" asked Elfreda, with sudden brusqueness.