Basketball stories; College students -- Juvenile fiction; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
At the inside door, that opened into the girls’ own apartment, Jane
fumbled with her key. It would not open the door.
“Locked with the key in,” Judith thought. “Call Helen!”
“Helen! Open the door!” called Jane. “Helen—are you there?”
No answer.
“She could not have gone out and left the key on the inside,” Jane
said, anxiously now. “I wonder what can be the matter.”
“Let me shake the door,” suggested Judith. “Queer——”
“Oh, is that you, girls?” called Miss Jordan from the lower hall. “I
have been trying to find someone to let me in there. The expressmen
have been here, and I could not reach your trunks.”
“But we left Helen in,” Jane was trembling now. “She must be inside.
Listen! Helen!”
A shuffling behind the panel could now be heard, then the key turned in
the door, and Helen confronted them, pale and disheveled.
“Oh, child, whatever is the matter!” exclaimed Miss Jordan, brushing
past the two girls and getting her motherly arms around the tottering
Helen. “What ever has happened to you?”
“Oh, I—got—weak—I guess I fainted. I am all right now. I am so sorry——”
“Sorry!” exclaimed Jane. “Why, Helen dear, to think you were all alone.
And had the door locked so Miss Jordan could not reach you! Sit down
and let us get you some ammonia. Judith, it is on my stand. Please
fetch it quickly.”
No need to tell Judith to hurry, for the color of the little Polish
girl’s face was warning enough.
“Were you frightened of anything?” asked Miss Jordan, rubbing the
trembling hands.
“But no one came in, did they, Helen?” asked Jane in real alarm.
“Oh, no, I—locked the door when I felt so queer. I thought perhaps it
was the expressmen, but I could not attend——”
“You were very wise, my dear,” and Miss Jordan shook her head
thoughtfully. “It was better to be alone, although the experience was
unpleasant. Those men might have picked up anything from this
collection and then——”
“I am so sorry we left you alone,” Judith murmured, with real penitence
in her voice. “And to think we were gadding about, while you were ill
and needed us so urgently. There, swallow that ammonia. It will soon
revive you. I should hate to faint.”
“Oh, I am again all right,” and the pale face lightened up just a
shade. “I am so much of a baby to get sick like that——”
“We will not leave New York until to-morrow if you do not feel
perfectly all right,” announced Jane with authority.
“Oh, but please, yes,” begged Helen. “I am so glad to get to the big
school. I like New York, but it is not like the college with all big
grounds——”
“That is just what I say, Miss Allen,” put in Miss Jordan as she
smoothed the cushions they were piling around Helen. “You young ladies
have been having a great time, running around and feeding on electives,
as we say at college when we choose our own studies. Are you sure you
feel all right to travel, Helen?”
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