At Boarding School with the Tucker Twins

Do you know, Miss Dum, you looked like Diana when you stood on that rock? —Page 230.
By NELL SPEED AUTHOR OF THE MOLLY BROWN SERIES, ETC. WITH FOUR HALF-TONE ILLUSTRATIONS BY ARTHUR O. SCOTT NEW YORK HURST & COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1915, BY HURST & COMPANY

LEAVING HOME.
Leaving home to go to boarding school was bad enough, but leaving on a damp, cold morning before dawn seemed to be about the worst thing that could befall a girl of fifteen. I have noticed that whatever age you happen to be seems to be the age in which hardships are the most difficult to bear.
Anyhow, there I was, only fifteen, facing the necessity of saying early morning farewells, the first one of all to my comfortable bed, where I had slept off and on, principally on, for those fifteen years. And now I and my bed must part.
Day done bus'ed, Miss Page. The doctor is stirrin' an' you'd better rise an' shine, and kind old Mammy Susan leaned yearningly over me. I hate to wake up my lamb. I knowd dis day would come when dey'd take you 'way from me, but I nebber did think 'twould be 'fo' dawn wif all de long day 'head er me to be studyin' 'bout you. What yo' mammy goin' ter do 'thout you, chile?
Well, Mammy, we'll have to grin and bear it. I'll be home Christmas, and that isn't so far off. I jumped out of bed and pulled my hat-tub into the middle of the floor, ready for my daily cold sponge bath. Probably I had inherited the habit of the cold bath from my English grandfather along with the big hat-tub.
Law, chile, can't you leave off punishin' yo'self jes' dis onct? You can't be to say dirty, an' dis here water is pow'ful cold.
Mammy and I had had this discussion about my cold bath every morning since I had been old enough to bathe myself. It was only after many battles that she had stopped sneaking warm water into my big can. That morning I let it pass, although the water was lukewarm.