Molly Brown's Freshman Days Part 4

Molly had been prepared for a good deal of amus.e.m.e.nt at her expense, and she felt very grateful when, instead of hoots of derision, a nice junior named Sallie Marks, with an interesting face and good dark eyes, exclaimed:

"Why, you poor little fres.h.i.+e! What a mediaeval adventure for your first day. And how did you finally get out?"

"One of the professors heard me call and let me out."

"Which one?" demanded several voices at once.

"I don't know his name," replied Molly guardedly, remembering that she had a secret to keep.

"What did he look like?" demanded Frances Andrews, who had been unusually silent for her until now.

"He had brown eyes and a smooth face and reddish hair, and he was middle aged and quite nice," said Molly glibly.

"What, you don't mean to say it was Epimenides Antinous Green?"

"Who?" demanded Molly.

"Never mind, don't let them guy you," said Sallie Marks. "It was evidently Professor Edwin Green who let you in. He is professor of English literature, and I'll tell you for your enlightenment that he was nicknamed in a song 'Epimenides' after a Greek philosopher, who went to sleep when he was a boy and woke up middle-aged and very wise, and 'Antinous' after a very handsome Greek youth. Don't you think him good-looking?"

"Rather, for an older person," said Molly thoughtfully.

"He's not thirty yet, my child," said Frances Andrews. "At least, so they say, and he's so clever that two other colleges are after him."

"And he's written two books," went on Sally. "Haven't you heard of them--'Philosophical Essays' and 'Lyric Poetry.'"

Molly was obliged to confess her ignorance regarding Professor Edwin Green's outbursts into literature, but she indulged in an inward mental smile, remembering the lyrics in the comic opera libretto.

"He's been to Harvard and Oxford, and studied in France. He's a perfect infant prodigy," went on another girl.

"It's a ripping thing for the 'Squib,'" Molly heard another girl whisper to her neighbor.

She knew she would be the subject of an everlasting joke, but she hoped to live it down by learning immediately everything there was to know about Wellington, and becoming so wise that n.o.body would ever accuse her again of being a green freshman.

Mrs. Maynard, the matron, came in to see if she was all right. She was a motherly little woman, with a gentle manner, and Molly felt a leaning toward her at once.

"I hope you'll feel comfortable in your new quarters," said Mrs.

Maynard. "You'll have plenty of suns.h.i.+ne and a good deal more s.p.a.ce when you get your trunks unpacked, although the things inside a trunk do sometimes look bigger than the trunk."

Molly smiled. There was not much in her trunk to take up s.p.a.ce, most certainly. She had nicknamed herself when she packed it "Molly Few Clothes," and she was beginning to wonder if even those few would pa.s.s muster in that crowd of well-dressed girls.

"Oh, have the trunks really come, Miss Oldham?" she asked her roommate.

"Yes, just before supper. I've started unpacking mine."

"Thank goodness. I've got an old ham and a hickory nut cake and some beaten biscuits and pickles and blackberry jam in mine, and I can hardly wait to see if anything has broken loose on my clothes, such as they are."

Nance Oldham opened her eyes wide.

"I've always heard that Southern people were pretty strong on food," she said, "and this proves it."

"Wait until you try the hickory nut cake, and you won't be so scornful,"

answered Molly, somehow not liking this accusation regarding the appet.i.tes of her people.

"Did I hear the words 'hickory nut cake' spoken?" demanded Frances Andrews, who apparently talked to no one at the table except freshmen.

"Yes, I brought some. Come up and try it to-night," said Molly hospitably.

"That would be very jolly, but I can't to-night, thanks," said Frances, flus.h.i.+ng.

And then Molly and Nance noticed that the other soph.o.m.ores and juniors at the table were all perfectly silent and looking at her curiously.

"I hope you'll all come," she added lamely, wondering if they were accusing her of inhospitality.

"Not to-night, my child," said Sally Marks, rising from the table.

"Thank you, very much."

As the two freshmen climbed the stairs to their room a little later, they pa.s.sed by an open door on the landing.

"Come in," called the voice of Sally. "I was waiting for you to pa.s.s.

This is my home. How do you like it?"

"Very much," answered the two girls, really not seeing anything particularly remarkable about the apartment, except perhaps the sign on the door which read "Pax Vobisc.u.m," and would seem to indicate that the owner of the room had a Christian spirit.

"Your name is 'Molly Brown,' and you come from Kentucky, isn't that so?"

asked Sally Marks, taking Molly's chin in her hand and looking into her eyes.

"And yours?" went on the inquisitive Sally, turning to Molly's roommate.

"Is Nance Oldham, and I come from Vermont," finished Nance promptly.

"You're both dears. And I am ever so glad you are in Queens. You won't think I'm patronizing if I give you a little advice, will you?"

"Oh, no," said the two girls.

"You know Wellington's full of nice girls. I don't think there is a small college in this country that has such a fine showing for cla.s.s and brains. But among three hundred there are bound to be some black sheep, and new girls should always be careful with whom they take up."

"But how can we tell?" asked Nance.

"Oh, there are ways. Suppose, for instance, you should meet a girl who was good-looking, clever, rich, with lots of pretty clothes, and all that, and she seemed to have no friends. What would you think?"

"Why, I might think there was something the matter with her, unless she was too shy to make friends."

"But suppose she wasn't?" persisted Sally.

"Then, there would surely be something the matter," said Nance.

"Well, then, children, if you should meet a girl like that in college, don't get too intimate with her."

Sally Marks led them up to their own room, just to see how they were fixed, she said.