“Well,” said Peggy, holding up her face to be kissed just as the train came in, “how did you like college? What impression did it make on you?”
And little faded Mrs. Moore clasped her hands before her while her eyes shone mistily.
“Why, I think”—her voice came huskily mingled with the throb of the engine—“it is better than any of my dreams, and you dear girls have been the best of all.” And then she kissed Peggy.
CHAPTER XI
A SERIOUS DISCUSSION
“Just one college,
And that’s the college we sing to:
Just one college,
And that’s the college for us!”
The egotistical song of Hampton came out to Peggy from the door of Myra’s room when she stopped before it on her way home from class.
A comfortable fudge-eating group looked up from the Morris chair and the couch as she entered.
“’Lo, Peggy,” said Gertie Van Gorder, interrupting the song and waving with a piece of fudge towards an unoccupied chair. “Sit down, Peg.”
“Can’t,” said Peggy. “Is Katherine here?”