"So would I," sighed Grace. "Next to home there is no place like Overton. I almost wish I were coming back here next fall as a freshman."
"But it's against the law of progress to wish one's self back," smiled Anne, "and being a sophomore surely has its rainbow side."
"And it rests with us to find it," replied Grace softly, placing her hand on her friend's shoulder.
A little later, laden with bags and suit cases,
the three Oakdale girls, accompanied by Elfreda, walked out of Wayne Hall as freshmen for the last time.
"When next we see this house it will be as sophomores," observed Elfreda. "I'm glad we are all going home on the same train. Do you remember the day I met you? I thought I owned the earth then. But I have found out that there are other people to consider besides myself. That is what being a freshman at Overton has taught me."
"That's a very good thing for all of us to remember," remarked Grace. "I'm going to try to practise it next year."
"You won't have to try very hard," returned Elfreda dryly. "How much time have we?"
"Almost an hour," replied Miriam, looking at her watch.
"Then we've time to stop at Vinton's for a farewell sundae. It's our last freshman treat. Come on, everybody," invited the stout girl.