Betty Wales, Sophomore by Margaret Warde
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away suddenly into an ominous stillness that evidently heralded the
approach of some dreaded power. "It's lucky one of us lives in a quiet place, where the rest of us can take refuge occasionally," said Eleanor. "Isn't it?" chimed in Katherine. "I'm at the Westcott myself, and I never heard anything like the racket there was, when the girls began to come in from the eight o'clock train." "Our crowd seems to have been on hand early," said Rachel. "You know Betty's father doesn't like her to travel alone," jeered Katherine, "especially after dark. Did he telegraph the registrar again this year, Betty?" "Please don't," begged Betty, blushing prettily. "Weren't we green little freshmen though, at this time last fall?" "And isn't it fun to be coming back as sophomores?" asked Rachel. "We haven't quite finished with the residences of the Chapin house girls," said Eleanor. "How about Roberta?" "She's going to stay on at Mrs. Chapin's, I think," answered Katherine. "She couldn't get in here at the Belden, and she and Mary want to be together." "And the Riches aren't coming back, I believe," added Rachel. "And now I, for one, must go back and finish unpacking." |
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