"I'll take it as a favor, Miss Molly, if you'll cut two bunches, one for
yourself and one for the Professor, God bless him and the Saints
preserve him for strength and happiness; though I ain't sayin' I wish
him to be preserved for Miss Alice Fern, pretty though she be."

When Molly appeared at the hospital some half an hour later she made a
picture the infirmary nurse would not soon forget.

"These are for Professor Green from Mrs. Murphy," Molly said, giving the
nurse the largest half of the bunch.

The nurse gave her a long quizzical look. She was new at Wellington and
not familiar with the girls.

"Are you Miss Molly Brown?" she asked suddenly.

"Why, yes," answered Molly, surprised.

"I thought so," said the nurse, and departed before the astonished Molly
could say another word.

CHAPTER IV

THE SENIOR RAMBLE.

"Ramblers, ramblers,
Ramblers all are we:
Life is gay,
Life is free,
Rambling all the day.

"When the sun sinks to his rest,
Our rambling days are gone,
Seniors, Seniors,
Sound the call!
Back to Wellington!"

"Did you put in the olives?" some one cried over the confusion of
singing and talking.

"Do be careful of the stuffed eggs. It would be a shame to ruin an hour
and a half of hard work."

"Tell the man to wait. I forgot my tea basket."

"Haste thee, nymph," called Edith Williams, after the fleeing Judy.
"And bring your volume of Shelley along, there's a dear. I forgot mine."

"Bring my sweater," Nance called.

Already the van load of girls in front was moving down the avenue, while
the crowd in the second van waited impatiently for Judy's return. The
two big vehicles were decorated with lavender and primrose, the class
colors, for this was the day of the Senior Ramble, and the whole class
was off for the woods.

At last Judy appeared, laden with many things--a tea basket, a book, her
camera and two sweaters; also a brass trumpet.

"Who says I'm not good-natured?" she exclaimed, handing up the articles
and clambering into the vehicle. "I'm the kindest soul that ever lived."

"I'm glad you feel that way about it, Juliana. It must be a sweet
personal satisfaction," remarked Edith, seizing the book and thrusting
it into the pocket of her ulster.

The seniors were to ramble in Fern Woods that year, so-called not
because of the superabundance of ferns, but because they were a part of
the estate of Major Fern, fathe