Philip, almost out of breath with the exertion of explaining himself, was disconcerted by the laughter that greeted his words.
“It is greatly to be feared,” said Ruth, “that the typical Radcliffe girl would be as hard to find as the average Harvard student. I haven’t seen either of them yet. But it’s really too funny for you to have expected Julia and me to develop our college peculiarities so soon. Give us time and we may become typical.”
“Ah, well, of course now,” said Philip, “I did not expect to find you entirely changed, although you know yourself that college might make a difference.”
“Naturally we’d rather not belong to the tiresome class of persons who are always the same, yet we do not wish our friends to find us altered.”
“No, you were well enough before,” and Will glanced toward Ruth.
“So you thought it best to let well enough alone?”
“Now, really you are severe! But not to dwell on personalities—how do you like your rooms here? They seem very domestic.”
“These are not our special rooms,” explained Julia; “our study is upstairs.”
“When are we to see your study, or ‘den,’ as I suppose you will come to call it?”
“I’m afraid that you would not think it typical enough to be called a den.”