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Ence between going stand-up with a lot of other freshmen, and sitting in
a box with Miss Wales and two Yale men?" "Of course I know the
difference," said Georgia, smiling good-naturedly. "Didn't I say that
I'd go in the box? But you see, Caroline, if you are only a namesake of
Madeline Ayres's deceased double you mustn't get too much excited over
the wonderful things that happen to you. Must you, Betty?" "I don't
think you need any pointers from me, Georgia," said Betty laughingly.
"Has Caroline seen you studying yet?" "Once," said Georgia sadly. "But
it was in mid-year week," explained the roommate, "the night before the
Livy exam. She mended stockings all the evening and then she said she
was going to sit up to study. She began at quarter past ten." "Propped
up in bed, to be quite comfortable," interpolated Georgia. "And at
half-past ten," went on her roommate, "she said she was so sleepy that
she couldn't stand it any longer. So she tumbled the books and extra
pillows on the floor and went to sleep." "Too bad you spoiled your
record just for those few minutes," laughed Betty, "but I'll take you to
the concert all the same," and she hurried off to dress. At dinner she
entertained her end of the table with an account of Georgia's essay at
cramming. "But that doesn't prove that she never studies," Madeline
defended her protegee. "That first floor room of theirs is a regular
rendezvous for all the freshmen in the house, so she's very sensible to
keep away from it when she's busy." "Where does she go?" "Oh, to the
library, I suppose," said Madeline. "Most of the freshmen study there a
good deal, and she camps down in Lou Waterson's room, afternoons,
because Lou has three different kinds of lab. to go to, so she's never
at home." "Well, it's a wonder that Georgia isn't completely spoiled,"
said Nita Reese. "Just to think of the things that child has had done
for her!" And certainly if Georgia's head had not been very firmly set
on her square shoulders, it would have been hopelessly turned by her
meteoric career at Harding. For weeks after college opened she was a
spectacle, a show-sight of the place. Old girls pointed her out to one
another in a fashion that was meant to be inobtrusive but that would
have flattered the vanity of any other freshman. Freshmen were regaled
with stories about her, which they promptly retailed for her benefit,
and then sent her flowers as a tribute to her good luck and a
recognition of the amusement she added to the dull routine of