![]() ![]() "I always hate it when the campus fills up with gawking, staring people! It ought to be kept-sacred-just for us!" One of the three laughed merrily in answer. The girl in the window frowned as she watched them. Their fluffy dresses, their gay parasols, the aimlessness of their wandering steps marked them as visitors. Over the stretch of green between the dormitory and the campus many people were slowly walking. "And the chimes used to make me dreadfully homesick! Don't those frosh days seem ages ago?" The third girl slammed the lid of the trunk that occupied the centre of the disordered room. That's the way we'll feel by and by," one of them said slowly. "Won't we miss that bell, though? I've seen grads when they've come back stand perfectly still and listen to it with their eyes all weepy looking. Three pairs of eyes met, the same thought flashed through three minds. Through the stillness of a drowsy June day broke the intoning of the library bell, chiming the hour.
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