She advanced to the office quite cheered by the tiny episode, and presented a smiling face to Mrs. Lippett.
To her surprise the matron was also, if not exactly smiling, at least appreciably affable; she wore an expression almost as pleasant as the one she donned for visitors.
'Sit down, Jerusha, I have something to say to you.'
Jerusha dropped into the nearest chair and waited with a touch of breathlessness.
An automobile flashed past the window; Mrs. Lippett glanced after it.
'Did you notice the gentleman who has just gone?'
'I saw his back.'
'He is one of our most affluential Trustees, and has given large sums of money towards the asylum's support. I am not at liberty to mention his name; he expressly stipulated that he was to remain unknown.'
Jerusha's eyes widened slightly; she was not accu...
'To college?' Jerusha's eyes grew big. Mrs. Lippett nodded. 'He waited to discuss the terms with me. They are unusual.
'The gentleman, I may say, is erratic. He believes that you have originality, and he is planning to educate you to become a writer.'
'A writer?' Jerusha's mind was numbed. She could only repeat Mrs. Lippett's words.
'That is his wish. Whether anything will come of it, the future will show. He is giving you a very liberal allowance, almost, for a girl who has never had any experience in taking care of money, too liberal.
'But he planned the matter in detail, and I did not feel free to make any suggestions.
'You are to remain here through the summer, and Miss Pritchard has kindly offered to superintend your outfit.
'Your board and tuition will be paid directly to the college, and you will receive in addi...
I love college and I love you for sending me— I'm very, very happy, and so excited every moment of the time that I can scarcely sleep.
You can't imagine how different it is from the John Grier Home. I never dreamed there was such a place in the world.
I'm feeling sorry for everybody who isn't a girl and who can't come here; I am sure the college you attended when you were a boy couldn't have been so nice.
My room is up in a tower that used to be the contagious ward before they built the new infirmary.
There are three other girls on the same floor of the tower— a Senior who wears spectacles and is always asking us please to be a little more quiet, and two Freshmen named Sallie McBride and Julia Rutledge Pendleton.
Sallie has red hair and a turn-up nose and is quite friendly; Julia c...
Did you ever hear of Michael Angelo? He was a famous artist who lived in Italy in the Middle Ages.
Everybody in English Literature seemed to know about him, and the whole class laughed because I thought he was an archangel.
He sounds like an archangel, doesn't he? The trouble with college is that you are expected to know such a lot of things you've never learned.
It's very embarrassing at times. But now, when the girls talk about things that I never heard of, I just keep still and look them up in the encyclopedia.
I made an awful mistake the first day. Somebody mentioned Maurice Maeterlinck, and I asked if she was a Freshman.
That joke has gone all over college. But anyway, I'm just as bright in class as any of the others— and brighter than some of them!