“Of course I must. My room is disgracefully bare; and as I have plenty of money I mean to make it as pretty and cheerful as possible, and as like a dream.”
“Have your lectures been decided for you yet?” said Eileen, in a would-be stern voice.
“Yes; I saw Miss Browning after breakfast. I am going to work a little bit at literature.”
“A little bit at literature! Lettie, you are perfectly awful.”
“Well, I’m not going to kill myself, darling, if that’s what you mean. Of course I shall work for so many
hours a day; but I don’t think I shall take honors. If I get through my pass exam., I shall consider that I am doing admirably. Now do come, girls; hurry up. You must have tea with me to-morrow in my room. I expect I shall know all the nicest girls in the place; they are going to call on me most likely this evening. Oh, I shall make my room perfectly sweet. You will all love to come to me; and if I can wheedle that poor old Belle out of her den, I shall feel that I have achieved a triumph. But tell me now, girls, how you are both getting on?”
“Very well, indeed,” said Eileen.
“And you are not going to buy pretty things for your rooms?”
“No.”
“At least let me recommend you to provide yourselves with a tea-service each; because if other girls invite you to tea you must return the compliment. Then they give endless cocoa parties here, and you will be expected to take your share.”