It could not be expected that such a beautiful girl as Sara could cross
the campus several times a day, and pass unobserved by the hundreds of
students who felt this to be their special stalking-ground; and finally,
one morning when an unusual number of graceless young "Sophs" and
"Freshes" were on guard there, she was subjected to so many stares,
smiles, touchings of the hat, and half-heard remarks, that she entered
the workroom with flushed cheeks and a perturbed manner which could not
well escape the professor's keen eyes.
"You have walked too fast, Miss Olmstead; there is no such hurry these
sunny mornings."
"It isn't that, sir; I--it is not agreeable crossing the campus."
"Ah!" with a lift of the eyebrows and a quizzical look at the lovely
disturbed face before him. "I can well believe it! Well, there's a
better way, if you would like to try it; at least a more secluded one,"
giving her a keen glance. "When you come down College Avenue, watch till
you see a large brown house with a tower, and a porch with heavy
pillars"--
"Oh, yes, sir; and a deep green lawn in front; I've often noticed it."
"Very well," smiling agreeably, "that's my home. Turn in at the
carriage-drive, and follow it until you see an opening in the hedge; go
through, and keep to the little foot-path; it will bring you here, for
it's my own private way.
Pages:
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179