"Does he know you?" asked Sarah in awe.
Laura smiled. A pink glow had come into her cheeks.
"No. He only recognizes me for an old student. We'll walk down to school. It isn't far, and we'll both enjoy it."
A little farther down the street a grocer stood at the door of his shop, and to him Laura said good-morning.
"Does he know you?" asked Sarah.
"He remembers that I used to buy apples from him. That is the place to get the best apples in town. You see, coming back to school is like coming back home."
"I never thought of that," said Sarah slowly. She was to remember it clearly enough months afterward. "But—"
They had turned a corner and come out before a wide green campus. "But this ain't—ach! isn't my Normal! It—it wasn't so big, and this—this isn't my tower!"
"No, the tower you saw is the little one over yonder. This is the new Recitation Building. This wasn't here then. See, over there on the Main Building is your tower. And this is the Model School, and yonder is the Infirmary, and away back there is the Athletic Field, and—Ah, here we are!" And Laura ran up the steps of the Main Building as though she were coming to school herself.
The wide door stood open, there was a sound of cheerful talking from within. Sarah heard a man's voice lifted suddenly above the rest.