"Stay five years more!"
Miss Maybough did not give this time to sink very deep into Cornelia's spirit. "Will you let me call you by your first name?"
"Why, I've hardly ever been called by any other," said Cornelia simply.
"And will you call me Charmian?"
"I had just as lief." Cornelia laughed; she could not help it; that girl seemed so odd; she did not know whether she liked her or not.
"What poise you have got!" sighed Charmian. "May I come to see you? Not a ceremonious call. In your own room; where we can talk."
Cornelia thought that if they went on as they had that day, they should probably talk quite enough at the Synthesis; but she said, "Why, yes, I should like to have you, if you won't care for my sitting on the trunk. There's only one chair."
"Let me have the trunk! Promise me you'll let me sit on the trunk. It's divine! Is it in a Salvation Hotel?"
"What do you mean?" asked Cornelia.
"Why, that's what they call the places that the Young Women's Christian Association keep."