It is past dinner time and I know you are hungry and anxious to rest." Picking up Grace's bag she led the way through the station followed by Grace and Miriam.

Anne walked behind them with Frances Marlton.

The little company set off down the main street of the college town at a swinging pace.

It was a wide, beautiful street, shaded by tall maples.
The houses that lined it were for the most part old-fashioned and the wayfarers caught alluring glimpses of green lawns dotted with flower beds as they walked along.
"It makes me think of High School Street in Oakdale!" Grace exclaimed.
"If ever I feel that I'm going to be homesick, I'll just walk down this street and make believe that I'm at home! That will be the surest cure for the blues, if I get them." Mabel Ashe, who was now walking between Grace and Miriam, looked at Grace rather speculatively.

"You won't get them," she predicted.