“How long since you came in?”
“About twenty minutes.”
“No time lost, then;—O, isn’t it great? I never saw anything nicer than even those Greycliff flats we passed, because I knew every minute that we were coming nearer and nearer this wonderful old Greycliff! And who’s back? The girls come yet?”
“Well, some would call them girls,” said Lilian, waving her hand at the groups about the campus and on the steps and on the wide veranda.
“You scamp!” exclaimed Hilary. “Same old Lilian! You know very well what girls I mean.”
“Yes, I do, of course. But I was just going to ask you if Cathalina was really coming back, and when Betty plans to get here.”
The girls by this time had reached the entrance hall, where they stopped to embrace again.
“Aren’t we crazy?” Hilary looked around, though not in embarrassment. “Nobody here I know.”
“Everybody’s crazy. Come on up. Do you know where we’re going to be this year?—Capital B, E, BE!”
“In Greycliff Hall.” Hilary pretended to be very solemn.