"Elfreda seems to be coming to the front this year, doesn't she!" "She is turning out splendidly," said Grace warmly.

"She stands high in every one of her classes, and she is so ridiculously funny that we would feel lost without her.

She says things in the same droll way that a young man we know in Oakdale does.

But I mustn't stay another minute.
Good-bye, Mabel, I'll see you in a day or two." Grace darted across the campus and ran rapidly in the direction of Wayne Hall.

She loved to run and her fleetness of foot had served her well on more than one occasion.