They heard the maid's voice, then a cry of "At last!" and Emma Dean fairly charged into their midst.
"I never was so glad to see any one in all my life," she cried, with a joyful wave of her hand.

"How I have missed you while you have been gallivanting about New York without giving the friend of your freshman days a thought.

You might have sent me a postcard, you know." "'Gallivanting' is not the word with which to describe our triumphal march around New York," objected Elfreda.
"It's a very good word," defended Emma.

"It means to roam about for pleasure without any definite plan.

It says so in the dictionary." "Every day adds to our store of knowledge," jeered Elfreda.
"As I am at present overjoyed to see you, I'll try hard not to squabble with you." Emma turned her back squarely upon Elfreda and addressed Anne.