Anne laughed. “This is nothing; just wait until classes are in full swing. Then child psychology, music theory, library cataloguing, art appreciation, domestic science, and half a dozen other subjects are all being discussed simultaneously.”
That evening most of the girls had unpacking and settling to finish, but a few members of the Alley Gang gathered in Anne’s attractive room to visit. Betty Grant had just arrived, and she and Patricia had approved of each other at the first glance.
“Tell me, Betty,” Anne was saying, “is the Boy Friend coming down week ends, as he did last year?”
“No; this year, I’m going to work—hard.”
Everybody laughed.
“Well, I am. I told Ed he could come only twice during this term—”
“And a few times in between,” finished Hazel.
“By the way,” began Betty, in a different tone. “I saw the queerest thing, just as Ed and I drove up. There was a fellow standing in front of the laundry window, right under your room, Hazel, evidently talking to some one inside.”
“Come now, Betty,” protested Katharine, “you’re making that up to change the subject.”
“Honest to goodness, I’m not! I saw him plain as daylight. I didn’t say anything to Ed, because he would have wanted to investigate, and I’ve no fancy for having him get into an argument with strange men. He might have had a gun, for all I know.”