Winifred Kirkland

“ She had five year before last, She hugs them to bits the first three days, goes around telling everybody how perfectly charming they are, gazes at them all through the painful separation at meal-time, and at the end of three days turns right around and hates them with a deadly hatred, and they live unhappily after. ”

“ I stammered out something to the effect that I preferred people every time,and I never asked Little X to walk again.
‘There was some talk, I remember, of inviting Little X to join the Lit Society, because Miss Noble said she ’d do it credit. We talked the matter over, and then we decided that we simply could n’t stand her. We ’ve always been so jolly and free and easy in the Lit Society, and an iceberg in our midst would have been dampening. When we “’fessed up” to Miss Noble that we ‘d voted against Little X, she remarked absently, “You girls are a puzzle to me.” ”

“ You stop being Good Samaritans by the roadside, and climb up into your same old tally-ho,—the same old crowd,—and go bowling off; and, to prolong the metaphorical agony, those of the new girls who have n’t the gumption either to hang on somehow to your tally-ho, or to club together and make a clique or a tally-ho of their own—why, they just have to foot it by themselves, that ’s all—and I suppose it is lonesome. ”

“ Little X was just as bright as she had been before, but she was queer and quiet and melancholy, like another person, The doctor advised a complete change, and so her father brought her East to this school where the girls are supposed to be particularly jolly and healthy and happy, and he hoped she ’d get right into the life and come to be her own old self once more.
I don’t ever want to feel again the way I did when Miss Noble finished her remarks, Judy, however, was argumentative, as usual.
“But, Miss Noble, what can we do? She just won't be friendly. We ‘ve tried.” ”

“ She was looking out of the window.
“Do you walk in those woods?” she asked.
“Some of the girls take their required ex that way. I go in for the games myself. Do you play tennis or golf or hockey?”
“No.”
“Hockey ’s fine sport!” I assured her; but she seemed to prefer to gaze at the woods rather than to talk to my humble self, and so after I ’d looked up her trunk, which was lettered Los Angeles, and told her about luncheon, I ran off and left them. I wondered what Cass would think of Natalie, I should n’t have wished to room with Cass myself, and I’m not fussy. ”