Bryn Mawr (Pa.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Bryn Mawr College -- Fiction; College stories, American; Women college students -- Fiction
"Yes you are--yes you can," was Marjorie's confused answer. And she went
on dilating upon Eleanor's being "a shark at Major English" and many
other delightful things, until that embarrassed young woman sought a
brief respite in a tour of investigation for the match box, an article
of furniture which seemed bent upon disproving the theory of the
conservation of matter, for it was rarely to be found. This evening, by
some strange chance, it was discovered on the bookcase, and Eleanor
seized it with alacrity. Just then it was useful to her as a diversion
rather than as a light-producing agent, but she struck a match from it,
lighted a candle, and handed it to Marjorie, saying, "There, take that
and go to your room. Your hair looks frumpish with so much excitement,
and if you don't hurry to do it you will be locked out, for the bell
rang ages ago. Think what it would be to miss Sunday evening supper!"
Marjorie vanished behind the portière and continued her flow of
flattery, which Eleanor by singing "Ancient of Days," rendered
inaudible. Then they discovered they had but one minute in which to get
to the dining-room, and fled down the corridor with other late
stragglers to reach the goal of their desires before a dark and cruel
hand should bar them thence.
Marjorie's cause could have found no better champion, no one more fitted
to illustrate her theory of the influence of college training on women,
than herself. She was one of those healthy inspiring people, becoming
ever more numerous especially among college women, who do everything
well, if not all things equally well; and who show how invaluable is the
discipline which has given them largeness of view and a certain ready
grasp of affairs often lacking in those who have missed the same
training. She saw life steadily, this senior of twenty-two, (though she
could not as yet see it whole) and therefore she was neither
scatter-brained nor priggish. The ideals of balance, proportion,
symmetry, self-control, had been growing clear and attractive to her all
her four years, but they had crystallized in her thought only in the
last.
As she had said to Eleanor, they had "threshed it all out before," and
the occasion of their so doing had been this:
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