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You do not have a bit of jealousy about letting a 'freshie' step in ahead of some who have been here two and three years." "We want to win games," cried Louise Reed. "Whoever makes goals for us, suits us whether she's a freshman or a senior. Get the pennant and we'll carry you home on our shoulders." They had come to Sixty-two. Erma and Mame in company with Berenice walked on down the corridor.
Great white blocks would rise high in the air and then crumble into powder. I think we'll have a bad jam this spring." Erma danced away, overjoyed at the prospect of something to break the routine. The following Saturday, the rain fell all day. The building was gray and cheerless. It was the time of year when homesickness is prevalent at school.
Erma introduced them to her guests and each made a graceful and courteous acknowledgment. First was Sunlight, radiantly beautiful and very fair; the second was Moonlight, a soft, dreamy damsel with nut-brown hair; next came Starlight, equally lovely but inclined to be retiring and shy. These three were dressed in shimmering robes of silvery white.
Not a drop of liquid had passed their lips since the night before. The few drops of juice which they were able to extract, were refreshing. "Doesn't it taste good?" cried Erma. "I never knew before how perfectly delicious a cup of cold water is. Wait until I have the opportunity. I mean to drink a gallon without stopping. I must go on. The girls in Sixty haven't had any yet."
Erma was about to hand over her portion when a laugh from the hall above caused her to pause. Emma, Edna, and Louise were laughing and ridiculing Renee, who turned about and went off in bad humor, explaining as she did so that she wanted a piece for Mame Cross who had been complaining that she had not been treated as other girls when it came to the distribution of bacon.
Charley, of course, didn't think much about the professor's "limb regeneration"; he didn't need it, he thought, and he didn't want it, and that was that. And then, one night, he was dropped from the bally, and he asked Dave Lungs about it, and Dave said: "Well, we want the biggest draw we can get, out there before the show," and put Erma, the Fish Girl, out in his place.
Hester had been cultivating the unpleasant little mannerism of thinking aloud or rather in tones under her breath, as she wrote she read. Her efforts resulted in this form. "'Miss Erma Thomas has been excused from classes on account of sustaining a sprained ankle. "'Sustain. I wonder if that is the right word. Sustain a sprain. It sounds all right. I'll let it be that.
At last hunger came to them. But there was no use going in search of food; for the larder was bare. There was not even a cup of water for them. For more than an hour Helen had not moved. Fear of the water had passed. A finer feeling than dread inspired her now. Someone from below called Erma, and she left the Philo Hall. She neither laughed nor danced.
"You'll get on the scrub, sure," cried Erma in her high excited tones. "Remember your old friends when you rise to glory." Their praises were very sweet; but sweetest of all was Helen's quiet commendation, when after all the excitement had passed, they were back in Sixty-two. "I never saw a better play.
Tell her I send her a thousand hugs and a million kisses. How I wish I were going home to see that dear old daddy of mine. Girls, when you want to see the grandest man in the world, come home with me and I'll show you my daddy." Berenice looked down over her nose. "It is well to be satisfied," she said. "It certainly is," replied Erma. "I am glad I am.
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