Betty Lee, Freshman
Excerpt: ... when they were almost home, "I never was inside of an apartment house!" "I never either," laughed Betty, "till I came here; but we don't live in a real apartment house. Ours is what they call a 'St. Louis.' And don't you know when one of the girls called it that-her own place, I mean-I thought she said she lived in St. Louis! I didn't like to ask her to explain how she lived in St. Louis and went to school here, so I kept still and afterwards heard somebody else speak of a St. Louis flat!" "I'm going to keep still, too," said Janet, with some firmness. "You shan't be ashamed of your friends from the 'country.'" Mr. Lee spoke now, with a kind smile. "Betty isn't one to be ashamed of two such nice girls, and moreover, girls, I think that you may vote for the country, or at least the lovely little village that is still home to us, when you see how every one except the wealthy must live in the city. I own to my wife that there are some conveniences and advantages. She rather likes it now. But it's pretty crowded and unless you like that, the small town is better. Fortunately we live away from the street cars, a few squares, so you may be able to sleep at night." "Mercee," exclaimed Janet. "But I shan't mind not sleeping-I'm not sure I could anyway. Just to think of being here with you, Betty!" and Janet squeezed Betty's arm in anticipation. "Here we are," cried Betty just then, and Mr. Lee, driving in, ordered them facetiously to "pile out." They "piled," while Dick and Doris, still disappointed that they, too, had not been permitted to meet Janet and Sue, came running out, followed by Amy Lou, whose mother was trying to hold her back or at least to throw something around her to protect her from the frosty air. "O, Janet, it's going to be such a glorious Thanksgiving!" exclaimed Sue in Janet's ear, as she followed her up the steps and into the house. And Betty was...
- 189 x 246 x 3mm | 104g
- 13 Sep 2013
- Illustrations, black and white