Ah, here is our car.

I think we are more than ready for it." "Now that you've been adopted," muttered Miriam in Elfreda's ear, "I won't betray you." "Thank you for nothing," flung back Elfreda.
"Tell the chauffeur to drive past Overton College," Grace had requested Tom, and Mrs.Gray had exclaimed in admiration of stately Overton Hall, standing like a sentinel in the midst of the wide campus.

The chapel, the library, Greek Hall, Science Hall, in fact, each one of the smaller, but equally ornamental, buildings were duly pointed out and commented upon.
Mrs.Gray insisted that they should be her guests at dinner at the "Tourraine," and after dinner they repaired to the cozy sitting room in her suite of rooms for a long, confidential chat, which lasted until after ten o'clock.
"Hurry, girls," urged Grace, as they set out for Wayne Hall, after repeated promises to call the next morning and prolonged good nights, "we may be locked out.

That has never happened to me since I came to college." "That is better than being locked in," reminded Elfreda grimly.
"You mean the night of the ghost party, don't you ?" asked Miriam, referring to an incident that had occurred in Elfreda's freshman year.
"I do, indeed, mean the ghost party," retorted Elfreda with grim emphasis.

"I still have a remarkably clear recollection of it." "What a lot of things have happened since then," said Anne, half musingly.
"Only a little while and our college life will be over," sighed Miriam.
"And our real life begun," was Grace's hopeful reminder.