“No, I am not. I am only homesick because I am not homesick, and that is Greek or worse to you.”
Dolly gave her companion a keen look, but said no more. There was evidently something in the background, and Dolly surmised that Elizabeth’s home-life, for some reason or other, was not as happy as it should be.
“What lovely, dainty things you have for your sitting-room!” and Elizabeth held up an armful of pretty articles with honest admiration. “My room looks as prim as an old maid’s. I never thought of these little accessories.”
“Those are what I had in my room at home, and Mother thought that I had better bring them. They will make these rooms look quite natural.”
“They just will. I wish we were room-mates, for I haven’t an earthly thing to trim up with, and neither has my room-mate.”
“Who is your room-mate? Do you know her? Is she nice?”
“I don’t know her. Her name is Margaret Ainsworth. She’s a Sophomore, and between ourselves I don’t believe that we shall have much to do with each other.”
“Then it was your room-mate who brought me here. I thought that she was a Junior at least.”
“Only a Sophomore, my dear, and a conditioned one at that, though to hear her talk you would suppose that she was taking a post-graduate course.”
“Isn’t it funny that she hasn’t any little decorations for your sitting-room, as she is an old student?”