Wish she would come here to live.

We need women like that." Professor Kelton met Sylvia in New York on her way home for the holidays in her freshman year and they spent their Christmas together in the cottage.

She was bidden to several social gatherings in Buckeye Lane; and to a dance in town.

She was now Miss Garrison, a student at Wellesley, and the good men and women at Madison paid tribute to her new dignity.

Something Sylvia was knowing of that sweet daffodil time in the heart of a girl before the hovering swallows dare to fly.
In the midyear recess of her sophomore year she visited one of her new friends in Boston in a charming home of cultivated people.