College stories; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction
Jean opened the door and led her to the most comfortable chair by the
window. The conversation was general for a while and then Jean could
not keep her secret any longer. "Oh, Miss Hooper, I've just received a
letter from my father and he's coming East on business and will be in
Boston in a few days to see me. I'm so excited I can hardly wait to see
him. Just think! It's a long time from September to April."
"How splendid!" said Miss Hooper. "Of course you are very anxious to
see him, and no doubt he is as anxious to see you. How very _à propos_,
too; I came to talk to you about something particular which you may
care to talk over with your father, so I'll tell you now without
waiting any longer. I came to ask you if you would like to spend the
summer abroad with me and perhaps one or two of the girls. I generally
plan to go over every two or three years and have decided to go this
year. I knew you liked to travel and could afford to do so, and hoped
you would like to go with me. We need not join any excursion party,
but take things leisurely and go where our inclination leads us. I have
always wanted to spend a summer in the British Isles, but have never
had the opportunity before. If we started the last of June, right after
commencement, we should have almost three months, for college does not
open until late next fall. You wouldn't mind giving up going home for
one summer vacation when there are three more to come, and especially
if your father is coming to see you now. What do you think of the idea?"
For a moment Jean could not speak and then she burst out, "Why, Miss
Hooper, I wouldn't give up going home to California for anything in
the world! Why, do you know, ever since I got father's letter I have
been thinking of only one thing, and that was to beg him to take me
home with him when he goes. You know, I've never intended to stay here
more than one year, and so I can't see what difference it makes whether
I go back home now or in June. And how can you want me to go abroad
with you? I'm not the kind of girl you'd like to travel with; I've
never been half decent to you since I came. I've tried to, sometimes,
but I never can forget how foolishly I acted at the very beginning of
the year when I left your mathematics class. If there's ever been one
thing which has made me want to return to college another year, it was
to apologize to you and take mathematics I over again with some credit
to myself and to you. I have been ashamed of myself whenever I have
allowed myself to think of it, and I now humbly offer you my apology."
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