Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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12 At Wellesley the Nortons for the sake of those two last weeks with us. He invited the Ely boys, and I asked a couple of friends. Sorry you could n ' t come. ' ' But did n ' t Elhs make any further im- pression upon her ? Is it quite hopeless ? ' Oh, no ! I heard her promise to write this fall. I don ' t despair, Fan. There is a whole year ahead and Ellis will make the most of it. Sh-sh-sh ! Here comes Nell, herself. There was an odd step in the corridor and then Nell entered, bringing a dozen bundles and an unmistakable odor of violets. She tossed the flowers to Ruth. ' Flower-man, First Floor Centre, she explained. ' ' Ah, Fan, glad to see you. When did you come? She dropped her bundles in a heap in order to wring Fan ' s hands. The latter studied her a minute as she moved about. She thought she could detect a slight change in this odd friend of hers. Nell had lost her habitual scowl ; she was

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A Question of Science 1 1 now ; — Mother and Kate in the doorway, Ellis holding the sobbing baby in his arms with an expression that said, Go it, Marjory. I ' m with you ! She paused for breath and threw two sheets and a pillow-case to Fan. Make up my bed, Fan. There ' s a dear! You may make Nell ' s, too, when I come to her sheets. What does Nell think of Ellis? This pillow-case is torn, my dear. ' ' Wait a minute. There are more. Of course she liked him, but — would you be- lieve it ? — she thinks a sight more of Mar- jory. She had some distractingly pretty gowns — Nell, I mean, — but I had a tug to make her wear them. It did n ' t matter, though. I believe Ellis never knew once what she wore. He collected specimens ; he explained things ; he taught her to develop photographs ; he read scientific French with her ; — he was perfect ! She liked it all, of course, but she did n ' t nearly appreciate the situation. Fan Reed, Ellis gave up a yachting trip with

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A Question of Science 13 scrupulously neat; and she had time to think of violets. It was several weeks later. The campus was still bright with sunshine, but the leaves were turning rapidly. Fan came up from the playstead where she had been indulging in the joys of basket-ball. She stopped at the post-office on her way to her room ; for she expected a note from Nell Blakey concerning an engagement that they had to do some dissecting to- gether. Five minutes later she burst in upon Ruth, whose forehead was wrinkled with the effort to evolve a comparison of the drama of the sixteenth century with that of the nineteenth. Ruth Bachelder, listen to this : ' My Dear Ellis :— ' You asked me to write about the things that interest me. The course in geology disappoints me. I ' m afraid I don ' t share your enthusiasm. Miss Thur- ston has charge of the class and so much is fortunate. Otherwise I should hate it