Betty Wales, Sophomore by Margaret Warde
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"Oh, then they're all right where I can get at them," returned Betty
easily. "I hate to keep stopping to fish something out of the bottom of a box that I haven't unpacked." "I see," laughed Eleanor. "Did you have a lovely summer?" "Perfectly lovely. I can swim like a fish, Eleanor, and so can Emily Davis. You don't know her much, do you? But you must. She's lots of fun. Did you have a good time too?" "Beautiful," said Eleanor, eagerly. "Father is coming east before long to see Jim and me, and he and Jim are coming on together from Cornell. You'll help me entertain them, won't you, Betty?" "I should think I would," Betty was saying heartily, when there was another bang on the door and Rachel and Katherine appeared. Then there was more leaping over teacups, more ecstatic greetings, and more readjustment of Betty's belongings to make room for the newcomers. "Where's Helen?" demanded Rachel, when everybody was seated. "Coming the first thing to-morrow morning," explained Betty. "You see she lives so near that she can come down at the last minute." "It's lucky she's not here now," laughed Katherine. "There's no room for her, to say nothing of her things." "I should think not," agreed Betty, tragically. "Girls, these campus rooms are certainly the smallest places! This isn't half as big as ours at Mrs. Chapin's. And see the closet!" She picked her way across the |
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