There was a positive army of them who got off the train." Without replying Beatrice turned and walked sulkily away toward the other end of the platform.

Mabel looked after her with a half frown.
"I am afraid we are causing you considerable inconvenience," demurred Grace.

"Please do not deprive yourself of any pleasure on our account." "Nonsense," smiled Mabel.

"I am not depriving myself of any pleasure.
Oh, there goes one of my best friends!" Putting her hands to her mouth she called, "Frances!" A tall slender girl, with serious brown eyes and dark hair, who was leisurely crossing the station platform, stopped short, glanced in the direction of the sound, then espying Mabel hurried toward her.
"Good old Frances," beamed Mabel.

"You heard me calling and came on the run, didn't you?
This is the noblest junior of them all, my dear freshmen.