When she came home from collegeMcNeely, Marian Hurd
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When she came home from college
McNeely, Marian Hurd
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WHEN SHE CAME HOME FROM COLLEGE
[Illustration: (page 16)
HEL-LO, LITTLE GIRL]
WHEN SHE CAME HOME FROM COLLEGE
by
MARIAN KENT HURD
and
JEAN BINGHAM WILSON
With Illustrations by George Gibbs
[Illustration: TOVT
RIEN OV
RIEN]
Boston and New York
Houghton Mifflin Company
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1909
Copyright, 1909, by Marian Kent Hurd and Jean Bingham Wilson
All Rights Reserved
Published October, 1909
Contents
I. Alma Mater 1
II. Home 15
III. The Theory of Philosophy 40
IV. The Practice 56
V. The “Idgit” 81
VI. The Duchess 106
VII. “The Falling out of Faithful Friends” 128
VIII. Applied Philanthropy 142
IX. “Without” 170
X. The Vegetable Man’s Daughter 193
XI. Real Trouble 222
XII. The End of the Interregnum 249
Illustrations
_Hel-lo, little girl_ (page 16) _Frontispiece_
_Cantyloops! What’s them?_ 68
_Why are you eating in here?_ 72
_In the middle of the floor sat the Idgit_ 104
_I’m Mrs. ’Arris, an’ I’ve come to ’elp you hout_ 108
_Such a sadly changed Gassy_ 182
_Barbara sank down wearily_ 190
When She Came Home From College
CHAPTER I
ALMA MATER
“WELL, this is cheerful!” cried the Infant, as she stepped briskly into
the room where the rest of the “Set” were dejectedly assembled. “What
if this _is_ the last night of college! What if our diplomas _are_ all
concealed in the tops of our top trays! Can’t this crowd be original
enough to smile a little on our last evening, instead of looking like a
country prayer-meeting?”
The Infant cast herself upon the cushionless frame of a Morris
armchair, and grinned at the forms on the packing-boxes around her. Her
eyes roved round the disorderly room, stripped of the pretty portières,
cushions, mandolins, and posters, which are as inevitably a part of a
college suite as the curriculum is a part of the college itself. Even
the Infant suppressed a sigh as she caught sight of the trunks outside
in the corridor.
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