Peggy Parsons at Prep School

better and was increasingly glad each hour that she had come. Through Mr. Huntington's help she was able to do a

e other girls were going. She rather hated to think of the empty halls of Andrews in vacation time with no company other than that of Mrs. Forest. But one day Katherine had look

her to take the blue crêpe de chine or the golden satin, what oodles of postcards

lders. Any afternoon now they might come for her trunk, hers and Katherine's, packed delightfully in one, after many friendly quarrels as to which one should have the left hand t

girls waved through the window to those who had not yet gone, Peggy was too happy to speak, and two bri

he was actually buying her ticket herself and checking her trunk, and then boarding a great, wonderful, cross-country de luxe train,-she and Kath

le gloved hand dropped a quarter nonchalantly into his palm while sh

really on our way. Oh, Peggy, I'm so glad you're going with me-oh, won't it be

as a long while to wait for dinner. The wonder an

bout it," she said, when th

mething," suggested Katherine, "

eggy, rapturously, "

le later we'll get some cards and look up two girls to play bridge-the train's full of

My," she said, "isn't life f

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s of the train were squares of blackness speckled by flying snow whirling past and the waiter

d rather put our hats into these paper hat bags the porter brought a while ago,

pretty hair before the tiny oblong mirror in t

their little serge skirts swishing over their silk petticoats, the two girls went down the aisle in growing and pleasan

, so cold, and it seemed that always just as they came to one the

is mob-this perfect horde of other people doing there standing patiently lined

nation, "they're waiting to get in.

irit than among those poor patient and hungry sufferers lined up to wait their turn to be served at dinner. Groups

but our car was so far away that by the time we could get back

them, and with the pale snow outside fluttering against the windows, and all so warm and comfortable inside, the tedium of waitin

table and looked across at each

then both in the same breath they demanded of each other the answer

it was brought, and never, never had two more healthy young appetites been brought into play than Katherine and Peggy manifested while

ion more delicately to ice cream and demi-tasse, their thoughts drifted backward

soon find his grandson, did you have any reason for saying tha

u notice I didn't say anything about his daughter? That was because I had no such feeling about her-so you see it was

s going to room with anyone like you at Andrews. When I used to wonder what my room-mate would be like, I always thought of some-entirely different

d?" teased Katheri

, frank, confident, dark-eyed smile straight into her room-mate's

ne was

while sh

"let's go to Madame Blakey when we get to my

Madame

e glass of water. Yes, and you needn't smile. Sometimes it comes out just as she says. I

fraid," Peg

k it would be thrilling to go?" Katherine poised her ice-cream spoon half way to her mou

lf-moons and all that? And does she fade off into a-" she shuddered, "a-trance? Because I don't want to see an

be fun to go to one who did those things, but this one doesn't make mu

out where his grandson is for him, even by clairvoyant means like that.

eginning to be as eager for the adventure as she was and was merely trying to tr

em out with such sweet grandeur of manner. The waiter smiled and bowed as he pulled out their chairs, but they themselves were so exactly the type of traveler that any waiter would prefer to wait on, with their grave consultation with him as to the choicest dishes and their ev

aying way, laughing light-heartedly at each swerve of the train and trying to work

another train while she was promenading on the platform outside, and all the baggage sh

o scare me into thinking perhaps we won't find our car at

gayly covered magazines that they had left behind them, and, indeed, there it all was-home. Home as only a Pullman car can

it, after all that walk? How smoothly the train runs when you're sit

ng her little locked hands before her lazily, "I'm perf

st perfect imitation of a sleepy head that I ever saw-imitation, I said, Peggy,

es then," suggested Peggy when all her attempts to wrea

ou wanted to address him you called him "Porter." It was difficult to explain exactly why, but this impressed her as just the highest mark of knowing

so that the upper needn't be let down at all and then we can have plenty

led down into the cold sheets to be lulled almost instantly to sleep by the rhyth

ing world of dreams with their marvelous adventures that do not tire but rest and

n even drawlier tone, but her room-mate