April Hopes

bridge, and thank her for her kindness to Alice and herself. "She will know well enough what I come for," she said to herself, and she felt it the mo

e darkened, syringa-scented libra

Jenny," she said,

iety of Cambridge, where so many new people are constantly coming and going in connection with the college, it is not so much the custom; but Mrs. Saintsbury was Boston born, as w

it," said Mrs. Pasmer, "when I woke

Ali

y physical consciousness. She

n a generous retrospect. "I think she was on her feet every mom

y from the Beck Hall spread, and then by the time we had walked round the college grounds-how extremely pretty the lanterns w

ays glad of an excuse for Class Day. And it w

on. Now that it had been spoken, she felt it decorous to throw aside the outer integument of pretense, which if it could have

nt? Is he going to be an artist? I should hope not." She remembered without shame that she had strongly urged him

by the artistic temperament: it's that inability to be explicit; that habit of leaving things vague and undefined, and hoping they'll somehow come out as you want them of themselves; that wa

ersonally pitying perception of one whose every word and act was sincere and

nstant and lovely follow I never saw. It wasn't merely when he was a Freshman, and he had that home feeling hanging about him still that makes all the Freshmen so appreciative of anything you do for them; but all through the

" cried Mr

altogether. You can't imagine how much this means till you've been at home a whi

it his versatility and brilliancy, or his amiabi

ite? I don't know

popular

rvard now, if there ever were: the classes are altogether too big. And it wouldn't be ab

he world w

g you've been away, Jenny. It would be family-family,

ly at their age one thinks of students as bei

a bad thing altogether. He says that Harvard is just like the world; and even if it's a little more so, these boys have got to live in the world, and they had better know what it is. You may not approve of the Harvard spirit, and Mr. Saintsbury doesn't sympathise with it;

people. And it's well enough that they should begin to understand how things re

n know how to protect themselves by reserves that the others wouldn't dare to transgress. But a merely rich man couldn't rise in their set any mor

to go back to the point we st

t; of course we're all full of mean thoughts, and Dan is too; but his first impulse is always generous and sweet, and at his age peopl

t make people like him without family or money; and I don't understand that he's one of th

tected the ladies from the expression of each other's faces, Mrs. Saintsbury gave a little laugh of

y, "and Dan's been very free with it, though not lavish. And he came here with a reputation

ing hopelessly adrift in these unknown waters

the best fellow in the world, he would be pretty sur

to make fun of them, but a little overawed al

They're chosen, ten at a time, by the old members, and to be one of

elf, after taking a long breath.

as a great deal to do with it from the first. Then another thing is caution-discreetness; not saying anything censorious or critica

l of these facts that she could d

an old Bo

asmer. There are no Maverings i

, I believe: but it's old, and it bids f

Po

or factories, or shops, or whatever

all-paper the 'thing' now? I mean-" She tried to think of some way of modifying

it isn't disgraceful. And the Mavering papers are very pretty, and you

h?" echoed

enical po

tic. I see. And does Mr. Mavering pu

s the best taste in certain things-he knows more abo

live at Ponkwasset Falls? It'

Yes; the whole f

nly--Do tell me about them, Etta," said Mrs. Pasmer, leaning back in her chair, and fanning

ere are daughters, of cour

Mavering a-I don't know what

no-not

's not a grass-w

yesterday, though he wanted very much to stay for Commencement. He's never away from her longer than he can help. She's

that she was getting so much information, but eager

he start, and the boy was so fond of him that they were always insisting u

tay there the whole year r

et girls, though they've been about a good deal-to Europe with friends, and to New York in the winter.

icious. And he's

es

artistic taste-he gets that from

rament

yer. Why lawyer, if he's got the talent and the temperame

es him to be a w

e," said Mrs. Pasmer. "And you say he's been go

social vindication of Dan Mavering. It would not have been enough for Mrs Pasmer that he was accepted in the best Cambridge houses; she knew of old how people were accepted in C

bury broke off abruptly. "She has s

ee where she gets it. Her father has repose enough, but he has no intensity; and I'm

e Hibbins face," sa

er, with a disdain of tone which she did not at

ng's family, when the door-bell rang, and another