Molly Brown's Freshman Days

t if any grease sputtered it would fall harmlessly on wash goods, and in other ways attired herself as

look like one," she thought, as she mar

her orders with me, and I'll transmit them to you," she added rather grandly. "You are to do the cooking. Here a

the unbending young woman from Philade

eak, as Sallie had predicted; also canned soup; a head of celery, olives, grape

de on the courses?" M

ell her to get up a good dinner for six people,' she said. 'I don't c

saucepans to fit over them, so that it behooved Molly to look ali

can opener?

k, the coffeepot had a limited capacity of four cups, and there was no broiler for the steak. It had to be cooked in a pan. It must be confessed also that it was the first time in her life Molly had ever cook

steak. Her cheeks were flaming from the heat of the little stove. Her back a

h, blowing into the room with an air of "

so," answ

ckers?" demanded the older girl irrit

hing, and because there was no way to toast

ered with at that crucial

Judith. "You know how to wait, don't yo

, pinning on the little muslin cap. She was in no mood to b

r. She seemed excite

o cups, there being no plates. The voices of the company floa

a man's vo

this at Harvard. You always could hold up the parent and get what you want

ed Judith. "We usually eat

other, for that was evidently who it was. Then Molly heard some one run up a

cook and a c

e of the

tight and a m

of the capt

ld never do for a Professor of English Literature a

Green was dining at Judith's that night, and her inquiring mind reached out even furth

u sit there, next to m

ed Molly. "So th

Jennie Wren and Martha Schaeffer, a rich g

ishes, Molly appeared with the soup. None of the girls recognized her, of course, which was perfectly

d wo

or Edwin Green, looking up, caught a glimps

" Molly could not help overhearing Richa

irl named Smith, or something

fessor Edwin Green, "is Mis

on when she brought in the steak an

behind his chair, with a plate in

ount and his sister, Judith. She was tall and dark and arrogant, and he was short and blond and full of good-humored gayety. He rallied all the girls at the table. He tease

car himself at the Waldorf, could have done it better. Isn't it the top-notch, Eddie? What's th

ugh. After all, it was j

s something to be found here that is

"If I must miss the train, I must have some, w

you call it-breed? Three years old. You'

to look unconscious while she passed the veget

itress into prominence. But Molly was destined to be the

mock seriousness, "Where is it? I implore you to tell me. My soul cri

to laugh, and

urd! Did he behave this way at Ha

t tell me more of this won

ally understood that it was all a jo

on. Following her assistant in

ver to Queen's and ask Nance to give you the r

hose proud spirit was crushed by the menial servi

ing on the grape-fruit salad when Caroline appeared with the remnants of the ham. Molly remo

ount. "Do my eyes deceive me? A

attenuated ghost of the old

of merriment, and Professor Gree

knife and fork, and Richard Blou

sweet,'" he sang,

r Green, as he tasted the delicate meat; "but i

d that some owners of old hams are just as fond of things sweeter tha

too far," put in Judith

her, nor did he pause until he had cleaned th

to catch your tr

smiling amiably. "Edwin, can you put me up?

an extra bed, solely in hopes you might stay in it some nigh

zzical glance, remembering probably that he had confided to her a

them. She was very weary, and her arms ached. When she had reached Professor Edwin Green, R

ou remind me of-Ell

o startled that her wrist gave a twist and over went the tray and three full cof

orrified and stunned that she stood immovable, clutching the tray wildl

ld you have been so

s entirely your fault, Mr. Blount. You frigh

essor Gr

h my elbow. There's no harm done, at any rate. These gray

ched straight over to where Molly was standing

u, and you have behaved beautifully. I hope you will forgive me. My only excuse is that I am a

h his hand held out, that Molly felt what slight indignation ther

id, and the young man who was a musician pricked

you of your ham

e to know you enj

was evident that he never wandered far from his beloved instrument, and th

ght and took himself and his coffe

w later, Dicki

he smiled at her again, and Molly smiled

ious," he said. "T

stairs to her room and flung herself on her c

was the b

y left, I was too tired to eat anything. I'm afraid I wasn

er face to the wal

, there came, by express for Miss Molly Brown, a five-pound box of candy without a