“Gale! Wait!” Adele Stevens called and fell into step beside her. “Even Seniors go to classes sometimes,” she smiled. “Nice morning, isn’t it?”
“Very,” Gale agreed.
“Last night was a nice night, too,” the Senior said, with twinkling eyes.
Gale laughed. “Yes. The sound of a million bells always lends enchantment to an autumn night.”
Adele laughed, too. “You and Phyllis have been good sports, Gale. Don’t think we haven’t noticed it.”
“We’ve gotten fun out of it, too,” Gale said.
“You are the kind of girls we want in Happiness House,” the Senior declared. “But,” she frowned, “Gale, we are sorry for some things——”
“Freshmen expect a lot,” Gale said, smiling.
“I mean—such as Marcia Marlette.”
“Oh.” Gale looked across the campus, letting her eyes dwell on the red and golden brown of the leaves stirring in the breeze.