"I'm going to have my Bob's necktie match my room," she said.
"We'll all do that, too," said Joyce, and in a few minutes the four Bobs were frisking clumsily over the floor, in their respective bows of pink, yellow, blue, and green.

They afforded the girls entertainment all that afternoon, and in the evening there was another surprise.
In the starlight, when it was dark enough for the blinds and shutters to be all thrown open in their rooms, they heard a carriage coming down the avenue.

It, too, stopped under the window, and in a moment they recognised the twang of Malcolm's banjo and Miss Allison's guitar.

"It's a serenade," called Eugenia.

"What a good alto voice Keith has!" It was an old college tune that rose on the air.