"Yes, and this is my friend, Blue Bonnet Ashe."
"How do you do?" Mary said, pausing a moment. "First year here, too?"
"Yes, my first year."
Mary waved her hand toward the room.
"Make yourselves at home," she said hospitably. "Everything is in a muss, yet. I only got in myself this morning. I'll be back in a minute."
"Don't you think she's nice?" Carita asked with enthusiasm, as soon as the door closed.
"She seems to be. You're in luck, Carita. I wish you could see my cross!"
"We Freshies haven't any of the lugs you grown-ups sport," Mary said, entering the room with her pitcher of water. "There's only one bathroom on this floor for six girls. Fancy! Getting a bath is a regular Saturday night affair."
"This is your first year here, too, then," Blue Bonnet said with some surprise.
"No—second."