Peggy Parsons, a Hampton Freshman

Two suit-cases went banging down on the wooden platform and two radiant figures hurled themselves into each other's arms, oblivious of the shriek of departing trains, the rattli...

The faces of the new girls appeared white and mournful, pressed against the dormitory windows, or flushed and laughing from between rubber helmets and slickers out on the campus...

Peggy was bending absorbedly over her desk one evening biting her pen and then writing a bit and now and then crossing out part of what she had written, all with a kind of serap...

The pleasantly warm tone of the rose-colored taffeta buoyed up the new genius' spirit all across the campus until she came out into Green Street and beheld the imposing reality...

"She's a _dandy_ girl," was shouted confidentially into Peggy's ears so many times, while she didn't know _who_ was nor _why_ she was, that she couldn't help having a high opini...

"My-y goo-oodness, is it time to get up?" Katherine sat up sleepily the morning after the freshmen officers' reception, and tried to get some response from the little log-like P...

As a college morning dries all tears and wipes out all resentments of the night before, the freshmen were only slightly haughty in their demeanor toward each other next day, and...

The sun blazed upon an earth more beautiful than Peggy and Katherine ever remembered to have seen it. The woods, when the two took their walks, were as red with burnished leaves...

It seemed no time at all to Peggy, after the Indian summer passed, that winter rushed upon them and shriveled them up on their way to classes, and blew powdered snow in their fa...

The Christmas holidays were over and the fearsome midyear examinations were things of the past. The dullest of the three terms had settled into full swing--day after day of whit...

"He's an old man, silly,--and one of my very best friends; in fact, he sent me to college, and his grandson is Jim that you all met, because I _did_ have him to the house dance."

"Yes," said Katherine, "and all of those girls have so many clothes they don't know what to do with them. I think it is an awfully good idea to sell some of them this way."

The freshman president, all unconscious of impending disaster--or at least of its nearness--was in the act of taking off the wonderful high button shoes that she wore because on...

Spring Term! Those of us who have had it,--what wouldn't we give to be able to drift backward for a moment and feel the wonder of Spring Term around us again? Sweet with its app...