“Oh, you’ll soon get over it,” answered Nance. “It’s because you live so far away. Kentucky, didn’t you say?”
Molly nodded and looked the other way. The memory of an old brick house with broad piazzas and many windows blurred her vision for a moment. But she resolutely pressed her lips together and began to watch the passing scenery, as new and strange to her as the scenery in a foreign land.
The road leading to Wellington University skirted a pretty village and then plunged straight into the country between rolling meadow lands tinged a golden brown with the autumn sun. And there in the distance were the gray towers of Wellington, silhouetted against the sky like a mediæval castle.
Molly Brown clasped her hands and smiled a heavenly smile.
“Is that it?” she exclaimed rapturously.
“It must be,” answered Nance, who also felt some quiet and reserved flutterings.
“It is,” said Miss Brinton. “I came down to engage my room, so I know.”
In the meantime, there was a busy conversation going on around them.
“I’m going to cut gym this year. It interferes too much,” exclaimed a tiny girl with birdlike motions and intelligent, beady little eyes as bright and alert as the eyes of a little brown bird.
But evidently Molly was not the only person who had noticed this resemblance, for one of the students called out: