“Mary Taylor!” cried Hazel, joyfully kissing her room mate.
“Hail, Hail, The Gang’s All Here!” chanted a brisk voice, as its owner, a tall, finely developed girl with red cheeks and brown skin, which bespoke a love for out-of-doors life, jumped from the third last step to the hall below and encircled with her long arms as many of the girls as she could.
“Katharine, you hoyden!” exclaimed Anne. “Let me present Patricia Randall.”
“This noisy creature is my room mate,” added Hazel, as Katharine gave Patricia a regular man’s grasp of the hand.
“One of the Gang is missing,” commented Anne. “Where’s Betty?”
“‘Boy Friend’ is bringing her down by auto after dinner,” said Katharine.
“She must be going to be Patricia’s room mate,” offered Anne.
“She is,” announced Jane. “I saw her card.”
“What room did she have last year?” whispered Patricia to Anne.
“No. 4; but she felt quite abused at not having a room mate, so I imagine she’ll be delighted to move in with you. Here comes Dolly,” she added in an undertone, as the front door opened and a medium sized woman of about twenty-eight entered, followed by a short rather heavy girl whose restless black eyes missed no detail of the group before her.