“At St. Wode’s College, Wingfield, the place in all England where women who wish to distinguish themselves ought to receive training.”
“Then, would you recommend us to come to St. Wode’s College?” asked Eileen.
“That I cannot say; but I will tell you about it if you like. By the way, I wish that young person—I beg her pardon——”
“Letitia is my name,” said Lettie.
“I wish Letitia would sit so that I need not see that fashionable arrangement of her hair—it irritates me terribly. Why should people waste time in fluffing and crimping their hair. It not only ruins the hair and ages the appearance, but, what is of much more consequence, it causes the unhappy victim to commit a sin—yes, a sin. It wastes time, and oh, time is so precious! I feel this more and more the longer I live. Each precious, valuable moment has to be accounted for. The brain is master of the body. To enlarge the brain, to cultivate the——”
“Hear! hear! This is as good as a lecture,” said Eileen. “Go on, please, Belle; you are just the same dear, odd, delightful girl you always were.”
“Whether I am delightful or not, it is very rude of you to interrupt me,” said Belle, frowning. She had no sense of humor, and could see no fun in Eileen’s remark.
“I will tell you both about the college if you really wish to learn,” she continued; “but I must not stay here long to-day, for I have too much to do. Mother mentioned that you had come back from school, and that your mother intended to take you at once into that whirlpool of frivolity which is given the name of Society; and when I heard
that, I thought it was my duty to tell you both plainly what I thought on the subject.”
“But that is unnecessary, because you see we agree with you,” said Marjorie.