A new problem had arisen, and as she swung along through the crisp winter air she was deep in thought.

It was peculiar Christmas weather.

A light snow had fallen, but through the patches of white lying softly on the campus the grass still showed spots of green.

It had been an unusually long, warm fall, and to Grace, whose winters had been spent much farther north, the mildness of December had seemed marvelous.
"There!" she exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the walk to consult a small leather book, and drawing a pencil through the last item, "I can go home in peace.

I have every single thing done, even to notifying the expressman to come for my trunk." A sudden trill sounded down the street behind her.