I'm afraid the good folks at Freeford
will find themselves pinched for another year still."
He glanced across toward the pile of corrected themes. He felt that not
everybody was "called," as a matter of course, to write English, and he
stubbornly nourished the belief that toiling over others' imperfections was
more of a job than boards of trustees always realized.
"Of course," he presently resumed, "things are rather changed from what
they were before. I find more in the way of social opportunities and
greater interest shown by the middle-aged. It is no disadvantage to
cultivate people who have their own homes; the lunch-rooms round the
fountain-square are numerous enough, but not so good as they might be. And
I don't know but that an instructor may lose caste by eating among a
miscellany of undergraduates. Anyhow, it's no plan to pursue for long."
He sat for a moment, lost in thought over recent social experiences.
"One very good house has lately been opened to me," he continued. "I dined
there last Thursday evening. It's really quite a mansion--a great many
large rooms: picture-gallery, ballroom, and all that; and the dinner itself
was very handsomely done.
Pages:
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69