Come on, Sherlock, let us hie us to the lemonade bowl away from this madding crowd." Sherlock offered his free arm--his memoirs were securely tucked under the other--and strolled nonchalantly toward the punch bowl, looking as though he were towing an animated rag-bag.
"Doesn't Emma Dean look too ridiculous for words ?" laughed Arline Thayer to Grace.
"'Never too late to mend,'" quoted Grace.

"I wonder how she ever happened to hit upon the idea.

She is a delightful girl, isn't she ?" "Emma Dean?
One of the nicest girls at Overton." Arline spoke with enthusiasm.

"When I came to Morton House as a freshman, Emma was there, too.

I had the most appalling case of the blues, for I didn't for one moment believe that I should ever like college.