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Updated: June 10, 2025
If you don't come out, I shall have to take this sign down and walk in my own self. Laura! Ah!" The door swung open and tall Berta popped in. Slamming it behind her, she stood with both hands on the knob, her eyes fixed with an expression of innocent inquiry upon Lucine who had halted in the middle of her sudden dash across the floor, her hand still outstretched toward the key.
She's waiting. I've stayed too long. She'll be so angry!" "Let her," growled Berta; but Laura had fled. Meanwhile Lucine when left alone had dropped the sheets of her essay in her lap and planting her elbows on the sill crouched forward, staring miserably out at the brown soaked lawn flecked with sodden snowdrifts in the shadows of the evergreens that were bending before a rollicking March wind.
Laura seemed to have extraordinary trouble in capturing the last sheet, for it fluttered away repeatedly from her grasp and she kept bending to reach it again. Lucine could not see her face. "Will you," she repeated, "will you room with me next year, Laura?" Laura coughed and made another wild dive in pursuit of the incorrigible paper.
It it's fine so far." Lucine looked down at her essay, then across at the attentive small face that appeared quite plain when fixed in such a worried pucker. "No," she said at last, "I won't. You are not interested in the essay or in my hopes of success. You offer to help merely because you think it is your duty. I refuse to accept such grudging friendship.
Such a little ninny as you are! Don't forget that you have agreed to room with my best little sister when she enters next fall. You would not have been thrust in with Lucine Brett this year if I could have prevented it." "Oh, but if I can't come back you know, I'm almost sure I shan't come back. And anyhow I'm the only friend she has. I've got to stick to her.
Laura put up her mouth in child-fashion for a kiss of reconciliation. "I like you both," she said, and freeing herself gently stooped to pick up the loose leaves of the essay. "Shall we go on with revising this now, Lucine? It is due this evening, you know. The board meets at eight in the magazine sanctum."
"Nobody cares," she mourned, "even Laura doesn't care whether I succeed or not. I want the girls to like me, but they won't." Tears of self-pity dimmed her lashes when Laura slipped timidly into the room and after a worried glance at the scattered papers resumed her former seat. "Now, Lucine, if you will read that last paragraph once more, I will try to see where the difficulty lies.
"Well, anyway you have promised to room with Harriet if you do. We'll choose a parlor away off at the other end of the campus from Lucine, so that I can protect you from her demands. You've been growing thinner and whiter all the year. Now, remember. Don't you give in to her selfishness. She is able to take care of her precious self without killing you in the process. Promise."
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