It was the last day of classes, weeks after the fire at the stables. The girls were gathered on the campus after their last classroom session, discussing the high points of their college term. The miraculous way White Star had summoned help for Phyllis never ceased to be a thing of wonder to them. Neither Phyllis nor Gale had suffered other than a slight sickness from smoke. New stables had been erected and riding classes had gone on as before, with the exception of White Star’s sensational rise in popularity.
“All the girls want to ride him,” Madge laughed, “but he seems to prefer Phyllis.”
“Ah, yes, brothers under the skin,” Carol giggled daringly. “What is this power you have over horses, Phyl?”
“The same you have over Chemistry professors,” Phyllis retorted. “What I want to know is, why did Professor Lukens pass you?”
“Because I’m brilliant,” Carol said modestly.
“More likely because he wanted to be rid of you,” Janet put in. “You asked more questions in class than——”
“Let’s go down to the village and get a soda at the drug store,” Madge proposed peacefully.
“An excellent suggestion,” Carol said immediately. “Why don’t you think of things like that?” she asked Janet.
“Because walking doesn’t appeal to me,” Janet said promptly. “Now if—behold!” she said in astonishment.
The girls were at the edge of the college grounds. Mounting the hill to the gate was a new, shiny bus which declared in broad white letters on the side “Briarhurst College.” At the wheel was the same old fellow who had met them in his dilapidated contraption when they arrived at Briarhurst and who had been so against the new Dean because she wanted to buy him a new bus.