The Girls of Greycliff
most oratorical style, with exaggerated gesture.

“Are you going to take ‘expression’ again this year, Izzy?” asked Avalon of her roommate.

“O, yes, and I’m going to be in the debate club and the dramatic club.”

“You’ll be ‘clubbed’ to death, with our two new clubs, too.”

“They’ll overlap. What I do in oratory and debate will come in for the literary society. If the program committee gives me other things, I can’t do ’em, that’s all.”

“It won’t do to be too independent, Izzy.”

“No, but don’t you think that debates would be good practice? The other club doesn’t count, for we always get together when we have a chance anyway.”

They had reached their room, and saw Hilary and Lilian just closing the door into their suite.

“I’m glad we’re not far from the girls. Wait till I see if Margaret is all right.” Kindly Isabel rapped on the door next to theirs and was greeted by a bright face as Margaret Hope threw it open. At different times through the day Isabel had helped Margaret with her schedule of work and shown her to the class rooms.

“Thank you, Isabel, I’m just starting in on lessons, and was reading over this letter from Father. I think I’ll have to tell you,—he had good luck in selling some stock and sent me a nice big check to buy some clothes. I guess he saw that my things were not right. O, Isabel, will you help me buy some? I hate to look so different.”

“Of course I will, though my taste is not like Cathalina’s or Lilian’s or some of the rest. Maybe you’d better ask Lilian. You know her best, don’t you?”

“Yes; but I’m afraid to.”

“Afraid of Lilian?”

“Why yes; she’s a regular angel, and I’d hate to have her feel like laughing at me.”

“Angels don’t laugh at folks, and neither would Lilian. You needn’t be afraid to ask her about anything, and she won’t talk about it, either, if you don’t want her to. Say, Margaret, if you’d let your hair down, or let it be a little looser in front it would be more becoming. We’ll talk clothes and things Saturday, and maybe go to town. So long, I’ve got to write a letter to Dad and the boys tonight. They brought me up, you know. I 
 Prev. P 18/129 next 
Back Top
Privacy Statement Terms of Service Contact