"
"Well, mother is mighty glad to hear it," said Mrs. Comstock, entering
the arbour.
Philip noticed that her face was pale, her lips quivering, her voice
cold.
"I was telling your daughter that she should go to college this winter,"
he explained, "but she says she doesn't want to leave you."
"If she wants to go, I wish she could," said Mrs. Comstock, a look of
relief spreading over her face.
"Oh, all girls want to go to college," said Philip. "It's the only
proper place to learn bridge and embroidery; not to mention midnight
lunches of mixed pickles and fruit cake, and all the delights of the
sororities."
"I have thought for years of going to college," said Elnora, "but I
never thought of any of those things."
"That is because your education in fudge and bridge has been sadly
neglected," said Philip. "You should hear my sister Polly! This was her
final year! Lunches and sororities were all I heard her mention, until
Tom Levering came on deck; now he is the leading subject. I can't see
from her daily conversation that she knows half as much really worth
knowing as you do, but she's ahead of you miles on fun."
"Oh, we had some good times in the high school," said Elnora. "Life
hasn't been all work and study. Is Edith Carr a college girl?"
"No. She is the very selectest kind of a private boarding-school girl."
"Who is she?" asked Mrs. Comstock.
Philip opened his lips.
"She is a girl in Chicago, that Mr.
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