“Anything that our revered dean says goes big with me, I confess,” said Jennie. “Oh, girls! isn’t she just a dear?”
“And hasn’t Ardmore been just the delightsomest place for nine months?” cried Helen.
“Even better than Briarwood,” agreed Ruth.
“That sounds almost sacrilegious,” Helen observed. “I don’t know about any place being finer than old Briarwood.”
“There’s Ann!” cried Ruth in a tone that made both the others jump.
“Where? Where?” demanded Helen, whirling about to look out of the window again. The window gave a broad view of the lower slope of College Hill and the expanse of Lake Remona. Dusk was just dropping, for the time was after dinner; but objects were still to be clearly observed. “Where’s Jane Ann Hicks?”
“Just completing her full course at Briarwood Hall,” Ruth explained demurely. “She will go to Montana, of course. But if I write her I know she’ll join us at Yucca just for the fun of the ride.”
“Some people’s idea of fun!” groaned Jennie.
“What are you attempting to go for, then?” demanded Helen, somewhat wonderingly.
“Because I think it is my duty,” the plump girl declared. “You young and flighty freshies aren’t fit to go so far without somebody solid along——”