There one could satisfy one's appetite with dainty little sandwiches, muffins and jam, tea cakes and tea, fresh milk or buttermilk.
There was also Hunter's Rock that overhung the river, and whose smooth, flat surface made an ideal spot for picnickers.

It was five miles from Overton, but extremely popular with all four classes, and from early spring until late fall, it was occupied on Saturday by various gay gipsy parties from the college.

Then there were canoes for the venturesome, and staid old rowboats for the cautious, to be hired at a nominal sum, while girlish figures dotted the golf course and the tennis courts.
Girls strolled about the campus in the early evenings, or gathered in groups on the steps of the campus houses.

It was the time of year when spring creeps into one's blood, making one forget everything except the blueness of the sky, the softness of the air and the lure of green things growing.
"I must go into the house," sighed Miriam Nesbit.

"I have that appalling trigonometry lesson for to-morrow to prepare from beginning to end.