It stood high upon the bluff, its college dominating the shady serenity of its quiet avenues.
"The Dean doesn't keep a carriage or car," said Rex as they alighted at the gray stone station covered with clambering vines.

"Besides, he thought I was bringing a boy, who would not mind the hike up the hill!" "I don't mind a bit," returned Kit.

"I like it.

It seems so good to find real hills after all.

I thought everything out here was just prairie.