"However, as you have been so kind as to offer to direct me, I think I will ask you to take me to the registrar's office.

She has been expecting me ever since college opened.
I imagine she has given me up by this time." Stepping over the wreck of broken china to the closet, she took her hat from its hook on the inner side of the door, and, putting it on without glancing into the mirror, announced herself in readiness to depart.

"I'll lock the door on this wreck and have it removed when I return," she said.
The registrar was writing busily, her head bent intently over her work, when Grace led the way into her office.

"Good morning, Miss Sheldon," she began.

"This is Miss Eliot of the----" Grace was about to say freshman class when the registrar rose and came toward them with outstretched hand.
"My dear Patience!" she exclaimed cordially, "I am so glad you arrived at last.