“Then, there would surely be something the matter,” said Nance.
“Well, then, children, if you should meet a girl like that in college, don’t get too intimate with her.”
Sally Marks led them up to their own room, just to see how they were fixed, she said.
Later, when the two girls had crawled wearily into bed, after finishing the unpacking, Molly called out sleepily:
“Nance”—she had forgotten already to say Miss Oldham—“do you suppose that nice junior could have meant Miss Andrews?”
“I haven’t a doubt of it,” said Nance.
“Just the same, I’m sorry for the poor thing,” continued Molly. “I’m sorry for anybody who’s walking under a cloud, and I don’t think it would do any harm to be nice to her.”
“It wouldn’t do her any harm,” said Nance.
“Epiménides Antinous Green,” whispered Molly to herself, as she snuggled under the covers. The name seemed to stick in her memory like a rhyme. “Funny I didn’t notice how young and handsome he was. I only noticed that he had good manners, if he did treat me like a child.”