"I am starved, too.

Let us lose no time in getting ready for dinner.

After dinner we can rest." For the next half hour the travelers were busily engaged in removing the dust of their journey and attiring themselves in the dainty summer frocks which they had taken thought to pack in their suit cases.
"I'm ready," announced Grace at last, as she poked a rebellious lock of hair into place, and viewed herself in the mirror.
"So am I," echoed Anne.
"And I," from Miriam.

"Why not walk down stairs?
We are on the second floor, and I never ride in an elevator when I can avoid doing so." The trio descended the stairs and made their way to the dining room, where they were conducted to a table near an open window which looked out on a shady side porch.
"So far I haven't been imbued with what one might call college atmosphere," remarked Miriam, after the dinner had been ordered and the waiter had hurried off to attend to their wants.
"I felt a certain amount of enthusiasm while those upper class girls were with us, but it has vanished," said Anne.

"I am just a professional staying at a hotel." "I imagine we won't begin to regard ourselves as being a part of Overton College until after we have tried our examinations and found an abiding place in some one of the college houses.