"It is a rule of the college," said Edith, promptly, "that each girl shall carry her own baggage to her room. No male person is allowed within the dormitory building."
There was a chorused, if whispered, "Oh!" from the other girls, and the newcomer looked at Edith, suspiciously.
"I guess you are spoofing me, aren't you?" she inquired.
"Help! help!" murmured May MacGreggor. "That's the very latest English slang."
"She's brought it direct from 'dear ol' Lunnon'," gasped one of the other sophomores.
"Dear me!" said Edith, addressing her friends, "wouldn't it be nice to have a 'close up' taken of that heap of luggage? It really needs a camera man and a director to make this arrival a success."
The girl who had just come looked very much puzzled. The chauffeur seemed eager to be gone.
"If I can't help take in the boxes, Miss, I might as well be going," he said to the new arrival.
"Very well," she rejoined, stiffly, and opening her purse gave him a bill. He lifted his cap, entered the car, touched the starter and in a moment the car whisked away.
"I declare!" said May MacGreggor, "she looks just like a castaway on the shore of a desert island, with all the salvage she has been able to recover from the wreck."