Some of the
students were queer and uncouth when they came, the boys eating with their
knives in the fashion of the farm; some of the brightest girls in ill-
fitting clothes--perfect guys they'd be thought in the city. But there
were others of quite different manner, and from them and from professors
who had seen the world, we learned a little--a very little--of its ways.
And perhaps we were not unfavourable specimens of young republicanism,
with our merry, hopeful outlook upon life, and our future governors and
senators all in the raw--yes, and our countesses and vice-reines!
CHAPTER IV
GIRL BACHELOR AND BIOLOGIST
Merrily flew the years and almost before I realised it came graduation. In
the leafy dark of the village street, in the calm of a perfect June night,
John Burke told me that he loved me, and I plighted my troth to him.
We laid plans as we bade each other good-by, to meet again--perhaps--in
New York in the fall; and even that little separation seemed so long. We
did not guess that the weeks would grow to months, and--oh, dear, what
will he think of me when he gets here? And what--now--shall I say to him?
Father for the first time visited college to see me graduate.
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