the existence of the three girls, she sat with eyes fixed hungrily on the door through which her waiter was momentarily expected to pass.  By the time that the chums had given their order to another waiter, J. Elfreda’s luncheon was served and she devoted herself assiduously to it.  When Grace and her friends had finished luncheon, however, the stout girl still sat with elbows on the table waiting for a second order of dessert.

“Good gracious!” remarked Miriam as they made their way back to their seats.  “No wonder J. Elfreda is stout!  I suppose I shouldn’t refer to her, even behind her back, in such familiar terms, but nothing else suits her.  I’m not charitable like you, Grace.  I haven’t the patience to look for the good in tiresome people like her.  I think she’s greedy and selfish and ill-bred and I wouldn’t care to live in the same house with her.”

“You’re a very disagreeable person, Miriam, in your own estimation,” laughed Grace, “but fortunately we don’t take you at your own valuation, do we, Anne?”

“Miriam’s a dear,” said Anne promptly.  “She always pretends she’s a dragon and then behaves like a lamb.”

“What time is our train due at Overton?” asked Miriam, ignoring Anne’s assertion.

“We are scheduled to arrive at Overton at five o’clock,” answered Grace.  “I wish it were five now.  I’m anxious to see Overton College in broad daylight.”

At this juncture J. Elfreda made her appearance and sinking into the seat declared with a yawn that she was too sleepy for any use.  “I’m going to sleep,” she announced.  “You girls can talk if you don’t make too much noise.  Loud talking always keeps me awake.  You may call me when we get to Overton.”  With these words she bent over her bag, opened it, and drew out a small down cushion.  She rose in her seat, removed her hat, and, poking it into the rack above her head, sat down.  Arranging her pillow to her complete satisfaction, she rested her head against it, closed her eyes and within five minutes was oblivious to the world.

The three travelers obligingly lowered their voices, conversing in low tones, as the train whirled them toward their destination.  Their hearts were with those they had left, and as the afternoon began to wane, one by one they fell silent and became wrapped in their own thoughts.  Grace was already beginning to experience a dreadful feeling of depression, which she knew to be homesickness.  It was just the time in the afternoon when she and her mother usually sat on their wide, shady porch, talking or reading as they waited for her father to come home to dinner, and a lump rose in her throat as she thought sadly of how long it would be before she saw her dear ones again.

Far from being homesick, self-reliant Miriam was calmly speculating as to what college would bring her, while Anne, who had quite forgotten her own problems, sat eyeing Grace affectionately and wondering how soon her friend would make her personality felt in the little world which she was about to enter.  And J. Elfreda Briggs, of Fairview, slept peacefully on.