The ride out to Wellesley was great fun, for Uncle Hal told them stories all the way—stories of jolly times he had had going over this same route and of fun at Wellesley. "When I grow up," announced Alice as they got off at the station, "I’m coming to Wellesley and I’m going to know some folks at Harvard and everything just like you’ve been telling us about." "And I’m coming here too," said Mary Jane, "I wouldn’t go to any place but Wellesley ’cause it’s the very nicest." "A lot you know about it," teased Uncle Hal, "now why is Wellesley the nicest—can you tell that?" "’Cause it’s near to Harvard," said Mary Jane, and of course if she had thought all day, she couldn’t have thought up an answer that would better please her Harvard uncle. "We’ll hop onto this trolley and ride to the entrance to save time," said Uncle Hal as he hailed a passing car. They rode a very little way, really not a nickel’s worth Mary Jane said, and found themselves at the college entrance. Of the next hour and a half Mary Jane didn’t have a very clear understanding. There was so much to see that a person just couldn’t see and remember it all; and so many folks talking that one couldn’t hear everything. But she remembered what she could and saved it up to ask her mother about afterward. There were the old-fashioned red brick buildings on the quadrangle and the stately Tower Court where Hal’s friend, Miss Elliott, lived, and the beautiful campus with its lovely old trees that cast an inviting shade over the lawns. "I’m going to study hard and come here to college," said Alice, after they had completed their trip around the grounds, "I think it would be just _wonderful_ to live here for four years! And just think, Mother," she added, "in five years I’ll be coming here!" She looked dreamily over the beautiful place and tried to imagine herself one of the girls in gay sport clothes walking under those very trees. "I’m coming here too," said Mary Jane, "and I’ll be here before so very long, won’t I, Mother dear?" "Before we know it, at the rate you girls are now growing," laughed Mrs. Merrill, "and just think of the fun _I’m_ going to have coming here to ’settle my daughters’ when they begin college." Miss Elliott found them excellent seats where they could watch the dancing, and Mary Jane enjoyed sitting and looking at everything quite as much as being shown around. She thought the dancing wonderful and held her breath with the joy of it as the dancers came gayly down the shaded hill, across the open green and back up the hill again when the dance was over. "I’ll have to learn a lot if I’m going to come here and do all that," she whispered to her mother when the dancers were out of sight behind the greenery that made the background. "No doubt about that, dear," said Mrs. Merrill, "but just think how much you are learning all the time! By the time you are grown-up as those girls are, you’ll be sure to know a lot."