“Is your room at the Omega Chi Sorority house satisfactory?” the Dean was asking pleasantly. She tapped a white envelope before her. “I have had a long letter from your former High School teacher, Miss Relso.”
“Everything is perfect, thank you,” Gale said politely.
“Your roommate is your friend from home?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I hope you are going to like Briarhurst, Miss Howard.”
“I am sure I shall.”
“The girls are all pleasant, that is for the most part. Of course there are some who are selfish and like their own way, but one finds them in every walk of life. Briarhurst tries to fit the girls to take a definite place in the world, to help them live the kind of life worth living. We don’t say we fit you to immediately take charge of whatever line of endeavor you go into when your four years here are up. All we try to do is give you the prime essentials for your life—courage, determination, ambition, the desire to play fair and to take gallantly whatever life offers you.” She smiled. “What is the matter, Gale?”
“Matter?” Gale was surprised out of her respectful silence.
“You have been sitting there politely listening, but I doubt if a word I’ve said has remained in your memory,” the Dean said humorously.
“Oh, I assure you, it has,” Gale said hastily.