Molly Brown's Freshman Days Part 35

"Well," said Molly Brown, "when I left home last September, one of my brothers cheerfully informed me that I looked like 'a rag and a bone and a hank of hair.' I am afraid I don't feel very saint-like now, because I have gained ten pounds, and I'm not tired of anything, except packing my clothes. I'm so sorry to leave blessed old Queen's that I could kiss her brown cheek, if it didn't look foolish."

"Well, go and kiss the side of the house then," put in Judy. "You have a poetic nature, Molly; but I wouldn't have it changed. I like it just as it is."

"Do you know," interrupted Margaret Wakefield, "that Queen's, from having once been scorned as a residence, has now become a very popular abode, and there were so many applications for rooms here for next year that the registrar has had to make a waiting list for the first time in connection with Queen's. Think of that at old Queen's!"

"It's because it's the residence of a distinguished person," announced Molly. "I think we should put a bra.s.s plate on the front door, stating that in this house lived a cla.s.s president who possessed every attribute for the office. She was versed in parliamentary law, she had an executive mind, and she was beloved by all who knew her."

Margaret was pleased at this compliment.

"_Voyons, voyons, que vous me flattez!_" she exclaimed. "It's your warm Southern nature that makes you so enthusiastic. Now, the real reason why old brown Queen's, with her moldering vines, is so popular all of a sudden is because you are here."

It was Molly's turn now to be pleased.

"We won't argue such a personal matter," she said, squeezing Margaret's hand. "But I'm glad I'm booked here for next year. I was afraid Nance would want a 'singleton,' she has such a retiring nun-like nature."

"Me?" exclaimed Nance, disregarding English in her amazement. "Why, I've had the happiest winter of my whole life with you, Molly. If there's a chance for another one like it, I'm only too thankful."

"Certainly Mary Carmichael Was.h.i.+ngton Brown is a modest soul," thought Judy, who happened to know that her friend had had some five or six tempting offers to move into better quarters the next year at no greater expense to herself. One was from Mary Stewart, who was to return next winter for a post-graduate course. Another was from Judith Blount, who had proposed Molly for members.h.i.+p in the Beta Phi Society next year, and had furthermore invited the surprised young freshman to take the study of her apartment for a bedroom and offered her the constant use of her sumptuous sitting room.

Certainly, if ever there was an expression of true remorse and repentance, that was one, Molly thought, and the allusion to roommates reminded her that she must say good-bye to Judith, for there would be no time in the morning for last farewells.

"I am going over to the Beta Phi house for a minute," she announced.

"Any one want to come along?"

Margaret and Jessie, who had friends in that "abode of fas.h.i.+on," as it was called, joined her, and presently the three white figures were lost in the shadows on the campus.

"She is going to say farewell to black-eyed Judith," observed Judy in a low voice to Nance, "and all I would say is what the colored preacher said: 'Can the le-o-pard change his spots?'"

Nance smiled gravely. She did not possess Judy's prejudiced nature, but her convictions were strong.

"Do you think she's a 'le-o-pard,' Judy?" she asked.

"She may be a domesticated one," said Judy, "of the genus known as 'cat.'"

"Aren't you ashamed, Judy?" exclaimed Nance, reprovingly.

But it must be confessed that a few doubts still lurked in her own heart concerning the sincerity of proud Judith's repentance.

In the meantime, the three freshmen had separated in the upper hall of the Beta Phi House, and Molly had given a timid rap with Judith's fine bra.s.s knocker.

Instantly the door flew open and she found herself precipitated into a roomful of people, at least it seemed so at first, who had just subsided into quiet because some one was going to play.

Molly was about to retreat in great confusion when Miss Grace Green seized one hand and Mary Stewart the other. Judith came forward with a show of extreme cordiality and Richard Blount left the piano and actually ran the full length of the room, exclaiming:

"It's Miss Molly Brown of Kentucky!"

Molly knew she was breaking into a party, but there was nothing to do but make a call of a few minutes and then take her leave as gracefully as possible under the circ.u.mstances.

Professor Edwin Green had also shaken her by the hand warmly, and pus.h.i.+ng up a chair had insisted on her sitting down. They had all drawn their chairs around her in a semicircle, and Richard Blount had brought over the piano stool and placed it directly in front of her so that he could look straight at her.

In fact, here sat the little freshman, blus.h.i.+ng crimson and painfully embarra.s.sed, enthroned in a large armchair, and gathered around her was a circle of very delightful, not to say, admiring persons.

As one of these persons was Judith's brother and two were her near cousins, Molly thought she could explain their excessive cordiality.

They knew the story of the ring and they were anxious to make amends.

She recalled, with a furtive inner smile, the last time she was in those rooms, when, as a waitress, she had upset the coffee on the Professor's knees. How glad she was that the painful experience was well over and forgotten by now. But she was glad about many things that evening. She was happy to see that Mary and Judith had made up their differences, and were once more friends. She knew that Mary, who had the kindest heart in the world, could never stay angry long.

"I didn't know that Judith was giving a party," Molly began, still very much embarra.s.sed. "I just dropped in to say good-bye because I am leaving to-morrow morning."

"To-morrow morning?" repeated Richard Blount. "Wasn't it lucky for me you happened in to-night. I had expected to call on you to-morrow afternoon, and think how disappointed I should have been to have found the nest empty and the bird flown."

"So you are really off to-morrow?" broke in Professor Green. "I am so sorry. I was going to ask you to have tea in the Cloisters with my sister and me in the afternoon."

Again Molly smiled to herself. Tea in the Cloisters, with a distinguished professor and his charming sister! Only nine months before she had been a lonely, s.h.i.+vering little waif of a freshman locked in the Cloisters. The words of the soph.o.m.ore "croak" came back to her:

"They have locked me in the Cloisters; They have fastened up the gate.

Oh, let me out! Oh, let me out!

It's growing very late."

"I am sorry that my ticket is bought and my berth engaged, and the expressman coming for my trunk to-morrow at nine," she said. "If all those things were not so, I should love to drink soup----" she stopped and flushed a deep red.

What absurd trick of the mind had made her say "soup"? "I mean tea," she went on hastily, hoping no one had heard the break.

Miss Green was talking with Mary Stewart. Richard Blount was twirling on the piano stool, his hands deep in his pockets, and Judith was engaged at a side table in pouring lemonade into gla.s.ses.

There was a twinkle of amus.e.m.e.nt in the Professor's brown eyes, and he gave Molly a delightful smile.

"I must be going," she said anxiously, rising.

"Not till you've had a gla.s.s of lemonade, for I made it myself," said Richard, gallantly handing her one on a plate.

Molly looked doubtfully toward Judith.

"I don't want to be like that young man in the rhyme," she said.

"'There was a young man so benighted, He never knew when he was slighted.

He'd go to a party and eat just as hearty, As if he'd been really invited.'"

Everybody laughed, and Judith suddenly becoming a model hostess, exclaimed:

"Indeed, you must stay, Molly, and have some lemonade. Richard didn't make it at all. He only squeezed the lemons."

Molly, therefore, remained and had a beautiful time, and when she really did take her departure the entire party, including Judith, escorted her across the moonlit campus to the door of Queen's. But Molly was still certain that it was the ring episode and nothing else that made them all so polite and attentive.

And so she informed Nance and Judy that night as she unlocked her trunk for the third time in ten minutes to stuff in some overlooked belonging.

But Judy sniffed the air and exclaimed:

"Ring, nothing! It's popularity!"