"Oh, yes, I've heard it too," interrupted Philip. "I've heard that some professors say that their Annex classes do better work than ours,—but anybody can tell that that's all rot."
"I believe it's all perfectly true," said Nora.
"Well, I wish myself that our English instructor hadn't such a fondness for reading themes to us that the girls have written. He makes out that they are better than ours, but I can't say that I see it myself."
"Who gets the best marks?"
"I'm sure I can't say. He gives us such beastly marks that I dare say he makes it up with the girls. But I wouldn't let a sister of mine go to College," he concluded inconsequently.
"It's a good thing Edith doesn't wish to go," said Nora; adding mischievously, "but Brenda Barlow's cousin Julia is going."
Brenda blushed, for Julia's intention of going to College was still a sore point with her.
"Does Julia wear glasses, or look green? I beg your pardon, Brenda——"
"No, she doesn't," said Nora shortly. "She's about the nicest girl I know."
"Oh, she is lovely," added Edith.