Joining hands, the three girls hemmed Grace in and pranced about her.
"What is going on in here ?" demanded Emma Dean, appearing in the doorway.

"Is the mere idea of being seniors going to your heads ?" "I ought to be the one to dance, Emma," laughed Grace.

"I went out of here with my room in chaos and my trunk unpacked, and came back to find it not only packed but gone.

Thank you, girls," she nodded affectionately to her chums.
"No one exhibited any such tender thoughtfulness for me," commented Emma.

"I had to wrestle with my packing unaided and alone.