"Oh, you window seat!" she laughed with a fine disregard for dignity.
Grace laughed with her, and queer little Mary Reynolds smiled in sheer sympathy with Emma's irresistible drollery.
"I choose this green window seat for my boon companion," declared Emma, curling her wiry length cosily upon it, "and may I be ever faithful to my vows.

I expect to have difficulty in protecting my claim, for I predict this will be the most popular spot in the house.

May I put up a sign, Grace, 'This claim is staked by Emma Dean, no others need apply' ?" "You may stake it, but I won't guarantee that it will stay staked," replied Grace.
"Oh, yes, it will," argued Emma confidently, bouncing up and down on the soft springy cushions.

"The freshmen of Harlowe House will be so impressed with my height, dignity and general appearance that they will defer to me as a matter of course.

One imperious look, like this, over my glasses, and the world will be mine." She peered over her glasses at Grace in a ludicrous fashion which was far more likely to convulse, rather than impress, the prospective freshmen.
Even the solemn stranger giggled outright, then looked as though she had been caught red-handed in some dreadful crime.
"I'd like to recite English in one of your classes, Emma," smiled Grace.
"Now there is just where you are wrong," retorted Emma.