College stories; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction
Jean awoke with a start and sat straight up in bed. "Don't be alarmed,
Jean," said Anna; "it isn't a fire; just the rising bell which rings
every morning at ten minutes before seven. There's another one at seven
and the breakfast bell at half-past. Of course no one needs forty
minutes to dress for breakfast, and before long you will be able to do
it in five, or ten at the most. Meals are served promptly here and Mrs.
Thompson is very particular about having every one on time. So if you
do oversleep I warn you that you'll get no breakfast unless you keep a
good supply of food in your room. And there's danger in that, too, for
mice fairly haunt these rooms, especially the closets and behind the
radiators, for that's a favorite dumping place for crumbs. I remember
the winter that our room seemed to be a regular gathering-place for
them, and once when I had one of the girls from home out here over
night we had a merry chase with five from under our beds before we
could get any sleep. One morning not long after that my room-mate found
one in her bed when she was making it up. She never knew whether it had
been there all night or not, but she very carefully examined her bed
ever after that before she got into it.
"Well, suppose we arise and take plenty of time to dress this morning
and make our best appearance at the breakfast table. You know first
impressions are often lasting and as most of the girls here are
upper-class girls I want them to see you at your best. Of course,
dear, you always look well; you can't help it any more than you can
help breathing, but this is a special occasion. Wear one of those
good-looking white linens I saw you hang up in the closet last night. I
must say I admire your Aunt Molly's choice of materials and dressmaker,
judging from the clothes I've seen so far. You must open the other
trunk and show me your best gowns before I depart. And by the way,
Jean, that must be to-night. We'll start in town early and have a good
afternoon of it and I'll leave you at the North Station on the right
train for Ashton. You won't mind the short ride out here alone, will
you? I'd love to stay the rest of the week, but you know how little
time I have left to finish my preparations for the hospital, and I
wouldn't be found deficient for anything.
"Of course you take a cold bath every morning; any one could tell that
just to look at you. Well, hustle into the bath-room now, for I just
heard some one leave it. When you're finished, please draw the water
for me."
As the two girls entered the long dining-room they found most of the
seats at table occupied, for they were a bit late in spite of their
thirty minutes. However, Mrs. Thompson was always lenient first
mornings and greeted them with a pleasant smile. "You will sit at the
end of the second table, Miss Cabot, and your cousin may sit beside you
this morning, as Miss White, who will have that seat permanently, has
not yet arrived."
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