"No, not yet, but she's coming. Just heard Maple Fetters telling some one."
"Long says he can't understand it. In her note she said—"
"So quiet, so different!"
"They say in London—"
"Oh, yes; and here everybody, Professors, Heads of Houses. It's too amusing—"
"Well, she says she wants to study all the types."
"Ah, look, there she comes!"
Craik turned with the others, and saw Miss Lamb coming in through the Gothic archway. Her face was shaded with a large white hat, and her white dress, falling in long plain lines to her feet, brightened with the sun as she walked over the grass, out of the shadow of the building.
Long and Maple Fetters started forward, and escorted Miss Lamb and her aunt across the lawn. They drew near to Craik and Mrs. Cotton.
"Oh, there is Mrs. Cotton," Miss Lamb exclaimed, and turned towards them. "Dear Mrs. Cotton," she said, "I was so hoping I should see you here!"