"Oh, just the same as it did last year," she replied lightly. "I
feel vastly older and a shade more responsible. To tell you the
truth, I hate to think about it. I don't know how I am ever going to
get along without Overton. I think I shall have to disguise myself
and come back next year as a freshman; then I could do the whole four
years over again."

"The question is, What are we going to do next year without you?"
remarked Grace mournfully.

"Let us forget all about it," advised Mabel. "I refuse to have any
weeps at my dinner. You may shed your tears in private, but not here."

"What are you going to do when you finish college?" asked Miriam
Nesbit.

"You girls will laugh when I tell you," replied Mabel solemnly, "but
really and truly there is only one thing I care to do. I have warned
Father that I intend to be self-supporting, but I haven't dared to
tell him how I propose to earn my living."

"What are you going to do? Tell us, Mabel. We won't tell."

"Frances knows already. She thinks it would be fine, don't you,
Frances?"

Frances nodded emphatically.

"I hope to become a newspaper woman," solemnly announced Mabel.