College stories; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction
They waded through the crowd and, as Anna spied Mr. Chapin, the express
agent, she hastened up to where he stood and said, "Good morning, Mr.
Chapin. Of course you remember me, Anna Maitlandt. No, I'm not back
for post graduate; I have only come out for a few days to see that my
cousin gets started properly as a freshman. Here are her trunk checks
and when you have time will you please see that they are taken up to
Merton, 45. Any time to-day will do, but of course we should like them
as soon as possible. Thank you." And he was off again before she could
say more had she wished to do so.
Just then they heard, "Why, Nan Maitlandt, what on earth are you doing
out here to-day?" and a tall girl darted round a pile of trunks. "I've
brought my young sister Bess to college and we're having a terrible
time. Only one of her trunks has come, and not a thing in it that she
really wants. We've been arguing with old Chapie for an hour, but it
doesn't do one bit of good."
"Nell, how like old times it seems. You always were in some kind of
trouble all our four years and it wouldn't be you if something wasn't
wrong. How many times do you suppose you lost one of your trunks, or
books, or hats, or themes, or tennis rackets? But you always found them
sooner or later and I'm confident your sister's trunk will turn up all
right. I want you to know my cousin, Jean Cabot, from Los Angeles. She
and your sister will be in the same class. Jean is to live in Merton.
Where is Bess assigned?"
"Poor child, she didn't make the campus this year and is to room first
semester at Mrs. McAllister's, but I hope second half she will get in
East or Wellington, for you know so many drop out at midyear's that
there's always a chance. How long will you be here? Can't you come down
to the Cottage with your cousin?"
"Thanks, Nell, but I expect to be very busy and I'm only here for a few
days. You know I begin hospital work at the Massachusetts General the
first of October and I need every minute at home. But I'll try to see
you somewhere if it's only for a few minutes. I want to hear all about
yourself and the other girls."
It took but a few moments to leave the little station and its confusion
behind them and Jean said, "Why, Anna, are we the last ones to arrive?
Everybody seems to be at the station."
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