Molly Brown's Junior Days

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BY NELL SPEED AUTHOR OF “MOLLY BROWN’S FRESHMAN DAYS,” “MOLLY BROWN’S SOPHOMORE DAYS,” ETC., ETC.
WITH FOUR HALF-TONE ILLUSTRATIONS By CHARLES L. WRENN
NEW YORK HURST & COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1912, by HURST & COMPANY

No. 5 in the Quadrangle at Wellington College was in a condition of upheaval. Surprising things were happening there. The simultaneous arrival of six trunks, five express boxes and a piano had thrown the three orderly and not over-large rooms into a state of the wildest confusion.
In the midst of this mountain of luggage and scattered boxes stood a small, lonely figure dressed in brown, gazing disconsolately about.
“I feel as if I had been cast up by an earthquake with a lot of other miscellaneous things,” she remarked hopelessly.
It was Nance Oldham, back at college by an early train, and devoutly wishing she had waited for the four-ten when the others were expected.
“This is too much to face alone,” she continued. “If it had been at Queen’s it never would have happened. Mrs. Markham wouldn’t have allowed six trunks and a piano and five boxes to be piled into one room. And mine at the very bottom, too. If it wasn’t a selfish act, I think I’d leave everything and go call on Mrs. McLean—but, no, that wouldn’t do on the first day.” Nance blushed. “But Andy’s there to-day.” She blushed again at this bold, outspoken thought. “I shall get the janitor to come up here and distribute these things,” she added presently, with New England determination not even to peep at a picture of pleasure behind a granite wall of duty.