Lights shone until late hours and flushed faces bent earnestly over text books as though trying to absorb their contents verbatim.

On Friday, the strain, that had been lessening imperceptibly with each succeeding examination, snapped, and Overton began to think about many things that had no bearing on examinations.
"I'm almost dead!" exclaimed Grace, coming into her room on Friday afternoon and dropping into the Morris chair near the window.
"I'm tired, too," returned Anne, who had come in just ahead of her, and was engaged in putting her freshly laundered clothing in the two drawers of the chiffonier that belonged to her.
"Thank goodness, we have four whole days of rest between terms at any rate," sighed Grace.

"I'm going to skate and be out of doors as much as I can.

I must make a few calls, too.

I'm going to give a dinner at Vinton's, too.