Kit shared her room with Helen Smith from a small college in Iowa, and Bernice Traxler from Northwestern University. Helen was a small, pale girl who had gone to college right from her father’s farm. Bernice was tall and dark and striking looking. Bernice was a native of Evanston and a very sophisticated young lady. Kit wondered fleetingly how Bernice and Helen would hit it off as roommates.
“Do you girls mind if I tie up the phone for a while?” Kit asked. “I want to call my mother.”
“Of course not,” Helen said. “I don’t know anyone to call, anyway.” She laughed, and Kit felt drawn to this honest girl from an Iowa farm.
“Help yourself, Kit,” Bernice said. “I have a million things to do before I let people know I’m in town.”
Kit asked for the long distance operator and completed her call immediately.
“Hi, Mother!” she cried into the phone. “The trip was swell! No, I’m not a bit tired. I got your letter about the wedding and I cried even if I wasn’t there. Frank met me at the station, and I’m going to have dinner with him tonight. I wonder if it would be okay if he came back to Elmhurst with me? I mean, we haven’t decided definitely, or anything. I just mentioned it.” She waited for her mother’s answer.
“That’s swell,” she cried. “Give my love to everyone. I’ll see you all Thursday.”
She set the receiver back on the hook and turned to her roommates.
“Is the man who met you at the station your beau?” Bernice asked.
Kit hesitated. “Well, sort of,” she admitted. “We’re old friends, at least.”