Persis Holmes was walking slowly down the street. The summer breeze swept her college gown around her in swirling lines, and ruffled her hair so that once or twice she put up her hand to tuck back the straying locks under her “mortar board.” She was coming from one of the dormitories, and her goal was the gray building farther down the street. She had not yet reached the long walk which led the way, between pleasant stretches of green sward, up to the door of the principal college building, when she heard some one running behind her. “Stop, Persis,” a voice called. Persis paused and waited for a little dumpling of a girl who came up nearly out of breath. “I thought I’d never catch you,” she…
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