"How delightful! This suite is much more attractive than Joe's rooms at Yale, as I remember them," cried Elinor.
"Yes," sighed Arthur Weston, "Joe and I were not sybarites. We went in for hard work, plain living, and high thinking," and he looked reproachfully toward Lucian and Robert.
"We work too, I can assure you," insisted Robert. "Of course we had to furnish up a little."
"Work! I should say so," added Lucian. "Don't judge us by our surroundings."
"We'll try not to," retorted Martine, "for this tea-table is almost too ladylike for two tall boys like you."
"Oh, when we're alone we never look at the tea-table. We fold it up and keep it in the closet. To-day we brought it out only for you girls," and Lucian bowed profoundly to his guests.
"I think that your belongings are rather frivolous," and Brenda took the little silver tea caddy in her hand.
"Oh, I picked that up in Holland; it's a mere trifle," cried Robert.
"These things are wasted on boys," added Martine, examining the little coffee spoons that lay on the tray.
Amy, walking round the room, gazed critically at the two or three water-color sketches and the fine photographs hanging on the walls, and she thought that the easy-chairs, the broad divan, and all the other handsome belongings were really too elaborate for the rooms of boys under twenty.