“Why not?”
“You’d miss too many things you are used to. Our college boys have no such luxury as this.” She looked about her.
“You think this so very luxurious?”
“I do indeed. I’m not sure that I think it’s good taste for young fellows.”
“But why not?”
“It gets you out of touch with life,” replied Sylvia, with charming gravity. (“Don’t play too long on one string!” had been a maxim of Lady Dee.) “I think it’s demoralizing. This place might be a sanatorium instead of a dormitory—if only you had elevators to take the invalids upstairs.”
Somebody remarked, “We have elevators in many of the dormitories.”
“Is that really so?” asked Sylvia. “I don’t see how you can go beyond that—unless some of you take to having private houses.”
There was a laugh. “We’ve come to that, too,” said Bates.
“What?” cried the girl. “Surely not!”