THE GIRLS OF GREYCLIFF An active figure leaped down from the shelf and ran to the water’s edge, and as he turned toward the shelf again Betty gave a start. Author of CHAPTER I.GREYCLIFF GIRLS. CHAPTER I. GREYCLIFF GIRLS. Again the big halls at Greycliff were full of laughter and chatterings. Bright faces peeped from doors, light forms whisked hither and yon, doors banged, trunks bumped or traveled along up the inclines which had been fixed for them at the stairways, where short flights had no elevator accommodations. One of the smaller girls sat on a newspaper to save her dress and slid down one such incline; but concluding that she preferred bannisters, she tried one which curved invitingly down from the second floor, and slid off directly in front of the astonished dean who was starting upstairs with a dignified parent. Thus is answered the question,—Did the Greycliff Girls come back? Indeed they did. And one of the very prettiest was flying down the wide steps of the entrance to Greycliff Hall. A happy-faced, quietly dressed young girl was just paying the taxi driver and turned in time to embrace at once this eager Greycliffer who threw her arms around her. “Lil!” “Hil!” “How long since you came in?” “About twenty minutes.” “No time lost, then;—O, isn’t it great? I never saw anything nicer than even those Greycliff flats we passed, because I knew every minute that we were coming nearer and nearer this wonderful old Greycliff! And who’s back? The girls come yet?” “Well, some would call them girls,” said Lilian, waving her hand at the groups about the campus and on the steps and on the wide veranda. “You scamp!” exclaimed Hilary. “Same old Lilian! You know very well what girls I mean.” “Yes, I do, of course. But I was just going to ask you if Cathalina was really coming
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