"I shan't have a single amusing feature in my daily round of recitations.

I shall be as grim as grim can be and a regular slave driver as far as lessons are concerned.

Those freshmen will wish they'd never met me." Emma wagged her head threateningly.
"Stop making such dire threats and come upstairs to see our quarters," commanded Grace.
Emma uncoiled herself from the window seat with alacrity and began gathering up her belongings.
Grace turned kindly to Mary Reynolds.

"If you will come upstairs with us, Miss Reynolds, I think we can easily find a room for you.

So far I do not know just how many applications Miss Wilder has received.