groups. Our group, consisting of Ruth and Walter Johnson (awfully nice man whom I’d met several times before in Ossining) Fan and Mr Faris, Mr Harrison and I, got seats on the upper deck in a comparatively quiet place, and if we didn’t have fun! Oh we told stories, sang college songs -- my but ‘twas a circus! At six o’clock supper was served on board -- delicious rolls, chicken salad, and strawberries and ice cream. Then the real fun began. It got dark and the stars and the moon came out -- that lovely river, I’ll never forget how beautiful it looked, nor what a good time we had. We were all so congenial. All the three men were so nice. I liked them better and better as the hours went by. We stayed out till half past nine, and came back sadly to college with nothing to console us but a box of Huyler’s.