impossible it was to get hold of her trunk. Then there was the usual
amount of wondering as to why the four freshmen hadn't appeared.

"One of them is here--that is, she's in the house," remarked Elfreda
laconically.

"She is!" exclaimed Emma Dean, opening her eyes. "I didn't see her
yesterday."

"You were consoling your homesick cousin, so how could you know what
went on here?" reminded Grace. It had been decided that nothing
should be said regarding the events of the previous day.

"So I was," said Emma. "She made me think of Longfellow's 'Rainy
Day.' She looked so 'dark and dreary.'"

"What a unique comparison," chirped a wide-awake sophomore. "That
will be so appropriate for the freshman grind book."

"It is our turn this year," exulted Elfreda. "I shall be on the
lookout for good material, too. I know one freshman who will be a
candidate for honors."

"Who?" inquired Emma Dean curiously.

Grace looked appealingly at the stout girl. A slight shake of the
head reassured her. Elfreda abandoned her intention of mentioning
names, and parried Emma's question so cleverly that the latter became
interested in something else and forgot that she had asked it.