Grace, who stood nearest to them, heard her say, "I'd love to go, Bee, and its awfully nice in you to think of me.

I'll go to-morrow, but I can't leave these poor stranded freshmen to their own homesick thoughts to-day.

You know just how we felt when we landed high and dry in this town without any one to care whether we survived or perished." "If you won't go to-day, then don't trouble about it at all," snapped Beatrice.

"I know plenty of girls who will be only too glad to accept my invitation, but I asked you first, and I think you ought to remember it.
You know I like you better than any other girl in college." "You know I appreciate your friendship, Bee," returned Mabel, "but truly I wish you cared more for other girls, too.

There are plenty of girls here who need friends like you." "Yes, but I don't like them," snapped Beatrice.