“Where are you bound? You look like you had something on your mind,” cried the Southerner, whose name, Julia vaguely remembered, was Porson.
“Why, I have a fellow Freshman on my hands; she knows hardly any one, and I would like to introduce her, and—”
“Well, I am at your service if you think that I will fill in the blank. You know this is my second year, though my first as a Freshman, and I always like to meet new girls.”
“Why, thank you,” responded Julia, “I should be delighted. She is in English ‘A,’ too, so you will have one bond of interest with her.”
Pamela was still standing where Julia had left her, but as the two girls approached she held out her hand with a “Good-bye” to Julia.
“I must go now, it is past five o’clock,” she said.
“But that is early,” responded Julia. “I wish that you could stay longer, for I have brought Miss Porson to meet you. She is in our English class.”
But even after the introduction Pamela would not linger.
“I really must go,” she said nervously. “It is past five o’clock.”
“Why, you speak like Cinderella,” cried Miss Porson gaily; “she had to go home at some unheard-of early hour—or was it a late hour? At any rate, nobody ought to be a slave to time.”