"Also deep in my soul lurks the fear of the fateful midyear with its burden of exams.

I am conducting a general review every night for the benefit of Patience Eliot, but it is rather up-hill work.

I envy you high and mighty seniors, whose days and nights of anxiety are past." "I don't believe you are half as much worried as you pretend.

Patience Eliot is far too valiant to be downed by a mere examination." "It is all very well to talk," grumbled Patience, "but you know just how footless mere talk is.

I'm not at all sure that I shall not flunk." "You won't, so don't try to make me believe you will," assured Grace, "and you are going to forget your books and have dinner with me at Vinton's to-morrow night, too." "Am I ?" asked Patience.