because I had ‘Lit’ with the collegiates last year.”

“Do you think you will come back for the two collegiate years?”

“I don’t know; I hope so, don’t you want to?”

“Yes.”

After the afternoon classes were over a number of girls strolled back to Greycliff Hall with their books and tablets, while others deposited their belongings here and there, and gathered on the grass, in the swings or elsewhere. Lilian suggested to Hilary and Eloise that they stop to take a look at the south parlor, offered by Miss Randolph as headquarters for the proposed academy literary society.

“Do you suppose we can get in?”

“We can try it.”

The door was unlocked, yielding immediately to Lilian’s rather hesitating attempt to open it, and the three girls walked in, “I don’t believe I was ever in the room before,” said Lilian. “Why don’t they use it?”

“They do sometimes for a practice room,” said Hilary. “I think that Patty practices in here. But since they have the new annex with all the music rooms they don’t need it much, and it is too far from the rest to be used for a bedroom, and they certainly don’t need it for a parlor any more. It was used for a teachers’ parlor for a while, till they took a bigger room in the new part. But what I wonder is that some club has not taken it before.”

“I don’t think that any new clubs have been started for some time. The little private clubs, of course, wouldn’t ask for any room.”

“I love this dark woodwork, don’t you?”

“Yes; we must have it furnished with dark chairs.”

“My, Lilian, have you gotten that far along?”

“Yes, why not? I can just see how it is going to look. That is a good piano—till we get our own.”

“Good!” exclaimed Eloise. “That is the way to think about it. We can raise the money.”

“We’ll just love our little society hall and have the best times! I can see us having candy sales and things for the benefit of the What-do-you-call-it Literary Sassiety.”

“There you are, Lilian. What are we going to call ourselves?”

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