"I did," returned Mary with decision. "Ever since I entered college I have heard about the joyousness of coming up on the eight-fifteen on an opening night. And now I get here on time for once, and the New York and the western trains are all fiendishly late. So I come up alone in my glory on that famous eight-fifteen, and instead of a gay and festive occasion such as I have been led to expect, I find an empty house--not a soul but you to talk to, and positively nothing doing. They seem to be all new girls on my corridor."