Her eyes strayed lovingly from the green velvety carpeting under her feet to the red and yellow pennants of autumn which the trees were flaunting so bravely.

It was hard to say at which season of the year Overton campus was most beautiful.

To Grace it was like some familiar friend who was constantly surprising her with new and endearing virtues.
She gazed across the wide stretch of green toward Morton House.

Two girlish figures were seated on the steps apparently deep in their own interests.

A little farther on she met three sophomores, who, recognizing her, bowed to her in smiling admiration.