I needed it very much, as after I had paid the porter and
bought luncheon, I had only three dollars left and an I. O. U.
from one of the girls for seventy-five cents, which this may
remind her, if it is read in class, she has forgoten.
"Good heavens, Barbara," Sis said, while I hugged father,
"you certainly need to be pressed."
"I daresay I'll be the better for a hot iron," I retorted,
"but at least I shan't need it on my hair." My hair is curly
while hers is straight.
"Boarding school wit!" she said, and stocked to the motor.
Mother was in the car and glad to see me, but as usual she
managed to restrain her enthusiasm. She put her hands over some
Orkids she was wearing when I kissed her. She and Sis were on
their way to something or other.
"Trimmed up like Easter hats, you two!" I said.
"School has not changed you, I fear, Barbara," mother
observed. "I hope you are studying hard."
"Exactly as hard as I have to. No more, no less," I regret
to confess that I replied. And I saw Sis and mother exchange
glances of signifacance.
We dropped them at the Reception and father went to his
office and I went on home alone.
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