“Once,” said Georgia sadly.
“But it was in mid-year week,” explained the roommate, “the night before the Livy exam. She mended stockings all the evening and then she said she was going to sit up to study. She began at quarter past ten.”
“Propped up in bed, to be quite comfortable,” interpolated Georgia.
“And at half-past ten,” went on her roommate, “she said she was so sleepy that she couldn’t stand it any longer. So she tumbled the books and extra pillows on the floor and went to sleep.”
“Too bad you spoiled your record just for those few minutes,” laughed Betty, “but I’ll take you to the concert all the same,” and she hurried off to dress.
At dinner she entertained her end of the table with an account of Georgia’s essay at cramming.
“But that doesn’t prove that she never studies,” Madeline defended her protégée. “That first floor room of theirs is a regular rendezvous for all the freshmen in the house, so she’s very sensible to keep away from it when she’s busy.”
“Where does she go?”
“Oh, to the library, I suppose,” said Madeline. “Most of the freshmen study there a good deal, and she camps down in Lou Waterson’s room, afternoons, because Lou has three different kinds of lab. to go to, so she’s never at home.”
“Well, it’s a wonder that Georgia isn’t completely spoiled,” said Nita Reese. “Just to think of the things that child has had done for her!”