Myra’s Little Ram Elinor and Ruth had met in New York and taken the train up the river. They sat primly clasping box and bundle on the lengthwise seat near the door of the coach. “Strange that Myra did not make connections,” said Elinor, trying to keep her foot from tapping in eager impatience, ”…
Chapter XIII Room for Contemporaries The corridors were lined with trunks and alive with girls flying in and out of their rooms. Here was one lifting a tray of crisp white ruffles. There another unfolding herself cautiously from a prolonged investigation of the deepest recesses rose with a pile of books tottering on one arm….
Chapter XIX Setting an Example It was very quiet in the senior alcove of the library. Lydia cool and serene in immaculate white duck sat back in her chair, her Hegel held well up at the proper distance and angle. Ruth was studying with her elbows on the long table of polished oak, her hands…