“What’s she done now?” Priscilla whispered. “We met her in the hall,
but she didn’t deign to speak. Is she going to town to dine with the
Holland ambassador, or what?”
“I don’t know or care whom she’s going to see,” stormed Imogene, “but
I know one thing! I’m not going to stand this sort of thing any
longer. Borrowing everything is bad enough; but when it comes to
lording it over the whole house, it’s time to do something! Besides,
she’s a Freshman!”
“She isn’t exactly a Freshman,” said Virginia, not noting Imogene’s
displeasure. “Miss Wallace says she’s been to several girls’ schools
on the Hudson already, but she doesn’t stay. She’s sort of a special,
I guess. She’s nearly eighteen, you know.”
“I wasn’t favored with a knowledge of her age,” Imogene continued
frigidly. “But I repeat, it’s time to do something!”
“But what can we do?” asked Priscilla. “Of course we can refuse to
lend our things, but that—”
“That isn’t what I mean. I mean we ought to show her that she isn’t
everything in The Hermitage, or in all St. Helen’s. She thinks she is!
But she isn’t! In college she’d be made to black boots, or run
errands. I have a friend at Harvard and he told me all about the
things they make fresh Freshmen do.”
The thought of the haughty, velvet-clad Miss Van Rensaelar blacking
boots was too much for Virginia and she laughed, thereby increasing
Imogene’s displeasure. Vivian arrived just at this point of the
conversation, falling over the rug as she entered, which awkward
proceeding greatly disturbed her room-mate.
“For mercy’s sake, Viv, save the furniture, and do close the door!
This isn’t open house!”
Poor Vivian, a little uncertain as to whether or not she was welcome,
straightened the rug and closed the door. Then she sat beside
Virginia, who had made room for her on the couch.
“We might ask Mary. Maybe she’d have an idea,” Priscilla suggested a
little timidly, but Imogene did not receive the suggestion very
kindly.
“Oh, I’m sick of this monitor business! Don’t say a word to Mary.
Whatever is done can be done without her first assistance. I’m going
to think of something before I go to bed to-night.”
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