“Nothing encouraging,” Robin answered with a dejected little shrug. “We are going over there today to try to keep Mr. Graham in good spirits. He has such frightful fits of the blues over this miserable set-back to the dormitory.”
“Yes; the dorm has a verra bad time. I feel verra sorry. I have try to help you in some ways, Miss Page, Miss Dean. Maybe one thing I do have good after while. I don’ know.” The Italian did not offer to explain his somewhat mysterious reference.
“We know you are always ready to help us,” Marjorie said with grateful earnestness. “Would you like to go over to the dormitory with us today, Signor Baretti? I am sure Mr. Graham would be pleased to see you. You know Robin and I would enjoy your company?”
“I think I go with you.” The little proprietor accepted with a dash of pleased red in his brown cheeks. “I have bought the new roadster. I like you to ride in it, Miss Page, Miss Dean.”
“Thank you for suggesting such a dandy way to escape the wind,” smiled Marjorie. “The first day of March, and a real March wind. Miss Macy and I are going to Hamilton Arms today to stay all spring, Signor Baretti. You remember I told you before Christmas that I was going there in the spring.”
“Yes, yes! I remem’er. You are to write somethin’ ’bout this Brooke Hamilton. He is name for the college. Miss Macy—she make another write ’bout him, too?”
“No; she is going to the Arms with me because she is my roommate. I couldn’t leave her behind. Miss Susanna wished both of us to come.”
“I think your friends in the house you live on the campus verra sorry you go,” commented the Italian.
“Thank you very much.” Marjorie made him an arch little bow.
“You are the quite welcome.” The solemn little man beamed happily upon her. Her merry graciousness put him at his ease.