The clang of the gong reminded her that she must hurry to the lecture on Roman art.
She picked up her note-book and pencil, and rushed down the corridor.
“Wait, oh, wait, my bonny maid,” and Elizabeth caught her arm. “Why, Dolly, you have been crying!”
“Yes, I am an awful goose. But you see my room-mate has come, and–”
“I saw her, she hardly strikes me as being your style, but she will be quiet and inoffensive, I imagine.”
“Quiet and inoffensive?” Dolly gave a hysterical laugh. “Just wait until you see my room; all of my pretty things are reposing on my bed now, and that sitting-room is too awful to contemplate.”
“Dorothy Alden, are you in earnest?”
“Yes, I am. Of course, I suppose I had taken possession of it rather coolly, but at least it is half mine.”
“Didn’t you give her to understand that?”
“No, I didn’t. I was very angry, and I remembered that Mother made me promise to think twice before I acted, when I got furious. I shall propose something, though, when I go back. We might take the room by alternate weeks, or each of us trim a half of it. Which do you think would be the better plan?”