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Updated: June 9, 2025
One of the lovely Queens said to Betsy: "I trust you will honor me by being my guest. I am Erma, Queen of Light." "May Hank come with me?" asked the girl. "The King of Animals will care for your mule," was the reply. "But do not fear for him, for he will be treated royally. All of your party will be reunited on the morrow." "I I'd like to have some one with me," said Betsy, pleadingly.
She was about to say more when Erma came down the dormitory steps and crossed the campus toward them. Her fair hair was piled high on her head in puffs and rolls. She was wrapped in a long garnet sweater. She looked like a crimson rose as she moved across the snow. "Drop the subject," cried Berenice. "Here comes Erma. She takes exception to everything I say.
"So then, Miss Erma, if I must go on," resumed the well-coaxed Stixon, "if my duty to the family driveth me to an 'arrowing subjeck, no words can more justly tell what come to pass than my language to my wife.
She has everything in the world to make her happy, but she's always complaining. Now, Erma is different. She's perfectly satisfied. Every dress she owns is a perfect love of a dress." Hester had said very little during this hour with Sara; but she had learned a great deal.
You have yet to hear me criticise an absent girl, or jest about her." Again Berenice shrugged her shoulders as though she would dismiss the subject. "I am glad I am not ugly-tempered," she said and walked away without a backward glance at the others. For a moment, Erma was wounded. Then the humor of the situation came to her.
He dropped on his bended knee. Could he get on his knee if it wasn't bended?" She laughed aloud. "You are so literal!" cried Hester with dignity. "In poetry, one is allowed " "Poetry," another merry laugh. "Is that poetry? Take it to Doctor Weldon's classes and let her put her seal of approval on it." Erma had made her way to the door. With a mock courtesy and a sweep of her skirts, she vanished.
You dribble and dribble and half the time make a foul when you might have played into Hester's hand." Berenice shrugged her shoulders; her bead-like eyes snapped; but she made no reply. While this conversation was going on between them, Erma Thomas had hurried up to Hester. "Berenice is determined not to play ball into your hands. It's pure jealousy. Do some playing, Hester, and make goals.
The girls exclaimed with delight except Mame Cross who looked down upon her short skirt and mud-stained shoes with a mortified expression. "Really, Mr. Vail, I simply cannot enter your home, looking like this. Your mother would refuse to receive me." "I do not understand why," he replied. "Mame, do please forget about it," laughed Erma.
I shall not have time to get out my lessons. When I wasn't getting a drink for Erma, I was driving my roommate in from the corridor and getting her down to work. When I thought I could get out my 'Unter Linden, Miss Laird would call me to button her waist. If I ever am principal of a seminary, I'll have a law passed making it criminal for a teacher to wear a dress buttoned in the back.
"Miss Erma, you forget what my dooty was. My dooty was to stay by the door and make it fast, as custodian of all this mansion. No little coorosity, or private resentment, could 'a borne me out in doing so. As an outraged man I was up for rushing out, but as a trusted official, and responsible head footman, miss for I were not butler till nine months after that my dooty was to put the big bolt in."
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