His gray sack suit with the trousers neatly creased and his smartly knotted tie proclaimed him a man of fashion: the newest and youngest member of the Madison faculty, who had introduced spats to the campus, was not more impressively tailored.
"You said you had gone to a large college; and I said--" "Oh, you hit me back straight enough!" laughed Harwood.
"I didn't mean to be rude," Sylvia protested, coloring.
They evidently both remembered what had been said at that interview.
"It wasn't rude; it was quite the retort courteous! My conceit at being a Yale man was shattered by your shot." "Well, I suppose Yale is a good place, too," said Sylvia, with a generous intention that caused them both to laugh.
"By token of your Virgilian diversions shall I assume that you are a collegian, really or almost ?" "Just almost.

I'm on my way to Wellesley now." "Ah!" and his exclamation was heavy with meaning.

A girl bound for college became immediately an integer with which a young man who had not yet mislaid his diploma could reckon.

"I have usually been a supporter of Vassar.

It's the only woman's college I ever attended.