DAUGHTERS OF WELLINGTON. No. 5 in the Quadrangle at Wellington College was in a condition of upheaval. Surprising things were happening there. The simultaneous arrival of six trunks, five express boxes and a piano had thrown the three orderly and not over-large rooms into a state of the wildest confusion. In the midst of this mountain of luggage and scattered boxes stood a small, lonely figure dressed in brown, gazing disconsolately about. “I feel as if I had been cast up by an earthquake with a lot of Other miscellaneous things,” she remarked hopelessly. It was Nance Oldham, back at college by an early train, and devoutly wishing she had waited for the four-ten when the Others were expected
DAUGHTERS OF WELLINGTON. No. 5 in the Quadrangle at Wellington College was in a condition of upheaval. Surprising things were happening there. The simultaneous arrival of six trunks, five express boxes and a piano had thrown the three orderly and not over-large rooms into a state of the wildest confusion. In the midst of this mountain of luggage and scattered boxes stood a small, lonely figure dressed in brown, gazing disconsolately about. “I feel as if I had been cast up by an earthquake with a lot of Other miscellaneous things,” she remarked hopelessly. It was Nance Oldham, back at college by an early train, and devoutly wishing she had waited for the four-ten when the Others were expected