"Hamilton, at last " Marjorie Dean's utterance expressed her satisfaction of the journey's near end. "Yes; Hamilton, at last," repeated Muriel Harding. "This September it doesn't matter a particle whether or not we are met at the station. We are sophomores. We know what to do and where to go without the help of the celebrated Sans Soucians." Muriel's inflection was one of sarcasm.
"Hamilton, at last " Marjorie Dean's utterance expressed her satisfaction of the journey's near end. "Yes; Hamilton, at last," repeated Muriel Harding...
"Marjorie Marjorie Dean " The black-eyed girl in the runabout accompanied her high-pitched call by a gradual slowing down of the smart little car she was driving. The dainty, white-gowned figure on the sidewalk tilted a white parasol over one shoulder and turned a pair of startled brown eyes in the direction of the voice. "Why, Mignon, I didn't know you were home from Severn Beach How do you do?" Advancing to the runabout, Marjorie Dean stretched forth a white-gloved hand.
"Marjorie Marjorie Dean " The black-eyed girl in the runabout accompanied her high-pitched call by a gradual slowing down of the smart little car she...
"Come on in, Connie. The water's fine " invited Marjorie Dean, beckoning with one round, dripping arm to the girl on the sands, while with the other she kept herself lazily afloat. The sun of a perfect August morning poured down upon the white beach, dotted here and there with ambitious bathers, who had grasped Time firmly by his venerated forelock, and fared forth with the proverbial early bird for a morning dip in a deceitfully dimpled and smiling sea.
"Come on in, Connie. The water's fine " invited Marjorie Dean, beckoning with one round, dripping arm to the girl on the sands, while with the other s...
"Only to think, next week, at this time, I'll be saying good-bye to you, Mary Raymond." Marjorie Dean's brown eyes rested very wistfully on the sunny-haired girl beside her in the big porch swing. "You know now, just how dreadfully I felt two years ago when I had to keep thinking about saying good-bye to you," returned Mary in the same wistful intonation.
"Only to think, next week, at this time, I'll be saying good-bye to you, Mary Raymond." Marjorie Dean's brown eyes rested very wistfully on the sunny-...
"Oh, dear I wish Jerry would come home I want to see her I've always missed her terribly during vacations, but this summer I've missed her more than ever. I'm simply starved for a sight of her dear jolly face Here it is, the twenty-fourth of August, and no Jerry Jeremiah Geraldine Macy " Marjorie Dean had addressed this little series of wistful remarks to no one in particular. She stood at one of the long French windows of the living room, her nose flattened against the pane, little-girl fashion, watching a very wet outdoors.
"Oh, dear I wish Jerry would come home I want to see her I've always missed her terribly during vacations, but this summer I've missed her more tha...
"Tomorrow evening at this time I'll be back in my old room at Hamilton. Tonight, the Country of College seems very far away. Tomorrow, it will be Sanford that seems so." Marjorie Dean smiled frankly up into Hal Macy's rather sober face. The strains of a slow waltz were throbbing to an harmonic end. Hal and his sister Jerry were giving a farewell hop in honor of the five Lookouts who were to return to Hamilton College the next day. Hal was thinking, as he looked down at Marjorie's lovely, upraised face that no one, not even her father and mother, would miss her as he should.
"Tomorrow evening at this time I'll be back in my old room at Hamilton. Tonight, the Country of College seems very far away. Tomorrow, it will be Sanf...