College stories; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction
"No, Miss Cabot," replied Elizabeth, "it's only five o'clock; please
don't think of getting up yet. I am used to rising early, for I've been
up every morning all summer at five. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
Can't you get to sleep again? You know I'm to wait on table this year
and Mrs. Thompson wishes me to be in the dining-room at seven to help
in setting the table. I thought I would unpack my trunk and suit-case
before breakfast, for there will be so much for me to do to-day I
probably won't have another opportunity. If you will tell me where to
put things I can get right at work now. Would you mind if I called you
by your first name, it seems so strange to say 'Miss' to the girl I'm
to live with all the year? My name is Elizabeth."
Instantly Jean arose and put on a white silk kimona, splashed with
great pink roses, slipped her feet into some dainty pink silk quilted
slippers and then led the way into the study, where she sat down in the
only empty chair. "Why, of course I want you to call me by my first
name, Elizabeth; it's Jean. How do you like the arrangement of the
rooms so far? My cousin and two of the juniors helped me with it. It
looks very bare, but we bought a lot of things in town yesterday and as
soon as they are sent out we can finish settling. That is your desk and
bookcase and here is your clothes closet. I borrowed one or two of your
hooks, for I couldn't seem to find room enough in my own closet. I'll
take the dresses down now and put them back in the trunk."
"Oh, please don't, Jean; all my dresses together won't fill the hooks
on one side of the closet. You're welcome to this whole side."
"Thank you. Now you can put your pictures and banners anywhere you
choose. We want to make our room as attractive as possible so our
friends will be glad to come and see us."
"I'm afraid I haven't many attractive things for the room. I didn't
know much about college girls' rooms, and besides if I had known I
couldn't have brought them. Father is only a country doctor and could
hardly afford to send me to college at all. It will be a struggle to go
through the four years, but I mean to do it if hard work counts.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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