"'Tell me, Sister Anne, do you see anything?'" quoted Grace.

"You are saved, Fatima," returned Anne dramatically. "It is an
express wagon."

Grace darted out of her door and down the stairs, meeting the
expressman on the veranda, her trunk on his shoulder. Anne, having
notified Elfreda and Miriam that the trunks had arrived, went
downstairs to look after hers.

"Now I can carry out my plan, after all," declared Grace, with great
satisfaction. "'He who laughs last, laughs best,' you know," she
added slyly.

"Before unpacking, first find your trunk," retorted Anne.

"Thank goodness, we don't have to think about entrance examinations
this year," said Grace, as she knelt before her trunk, fitting the
key to the lock.

"Yes, it does make considerable difference," returned Anne. "We
shall have more time to ourselves. Besides, we won't have to worry
our heads off the first week about whether we survived or perished."

The sound of an automobile horn caused Grace to run to the window.
"It's the bus!" she cried. "Three strange girls are getting out of
it. Evidently our freshmen have arrived. That tall girl looks
interesting. One of them is as stout as Elfreda. The little girl is
cunning. I think I like her the best of the three. Oh dear!" she
exclaimed ruefully, hastily drawing back from the window, "she looked