"I can't think of anything except the good time we've had.

Home has completely upset my student mind." She rose, laid down her book and walked listlessly toward the window.

It had been an unusually warm day for early spring and the night air had that suspicion of dampness in it that betokens rain.

"It will rain before morning," she declared.

"There isn't a star in sight and the moon has gone behind a cloud." Grace joined Anne at the window.