“Girls,” piped up Helen Adams, “she said she might have one private pupil. Do you suppose she meant Dr. Eaton?”
“Maybe she meant a Swedish maid,” chuckled Babe, irreverently.
“Girls,” cried Betty, stopping stock-still in the campus gateway. “If she marries Dr. Eaton maybe she’ll live here next year. We never asked her.”
“You are elected to find out at the earliest opportunity,” said Mary Brooks. “As for me, I’m going home to copy the novel. I’m going to leave it just as it is and call it ‘As It Might Have Been; or, More Than Half True.’”
“‘Less Than Half True’ would be better, I think,” said Madeline, “but we won’t quarrel. Girls, do you realize that every quarrel we have with President Brooks nowadays may be our last?”
CHAPTER XIX
THE RETURN OF GEORGIA AND SOME OTHER
MATTERS
Ethel was not going to live at Harding. On the afternoon after the announcement supper Betty flew up to inquire, and found to her disappointment that Dr. Eaton’s first year at Harding was also to be his last.
“You see, he’s a wealthy man, little sister,” Ethel explained, “and he only taught this year to please me—because I accused him once of being very idle, and said I didn’t want to marry a drone, no matter how clever he was or how many learned degrees he had taken. He’s written a book this winter, too. I’m so proud of him! Next year we’re going to live in New York, so he can be near his publishers, and some day early in the fall you must come down and let me see whether being a senior makes you look one bit older.”