ble places in Wayne Hall had not yet
arrived. During breakfast a ceaseless stream of merry chatter flowed on.
Everyone wished to tell her neighbor about her vacation, of what she
intended to take during the fall term, or of how impossible it was to
get hold of her trunk. Then there was the usual amount of wondering as
to why the four freshmen hadn't appeared.

"One of them is here--that is, she's in the house," remarked Elfreda
laconically.

"She is!" exclaimed Emma Dean, opening her eyes. "I didn't see her
yesterday."

"You were consoling your homesick cousin, so how could you know what
went on here?" reminded Grace. It had been decided that nothing should
be said regarding the events of the previous day.

"So I was," said Emma. "She made me think of Longfellow's 'Rainy Day.'
She looked so 'dark and dreary.'"

"What a unique comparison," chirped a wide-awake sophomore. "That will
be so appropriate for the freshman grind book."

"It is our turn this year," exulted Elfreda. "I shall be on the lookout
for good material, too. I know one freshman who will be a candidate for
honors."

"Who?" inquired Emma Dean curiously.

Grace looked appealingly at the stout girl. A slight shake of the head
reassured her. Elfreda abandoned her intention of mentioning names, and
parried Emma's question so cleverly that the latter became interested in
something else and forgot that she had asked it.

The instant she had finished her breakfast, Grace reannounced her
intention of unpacking her trunk and rose to leave the table. Anne
followed her, a curious smile on her face. The majority of the girls
rose from the table at the same time, or immediately after, and went
their various ways.

"Now," declared Grace energetically, "I am going to begin my labor."

"What did you say you were going to do?" asked Anne innocently.

"Unpack my trunk. I--why--I--haven't any trunk to unpack!" exclaimed
Grace in bewilderment. Then catching sight of Anne's mirthful face, she
sprang forward, caught Anne by the shoulders and shook her playfully.
"Anne Pierson, you bad child, you heard me make all my plans for
unpacking, yet you wouldn't remind me that my trunk was still at the
station."

"I couldn't resist keeping still and allowing you to plan," confessed
Anne. "What a joke that would be for the grind book!"

"Yes, wouldn't it though?" agreed Grace sarcastically. "However, we are
not freshmen, and as my roommate I strictly forbid you to publis