Betty Wales, Freshman

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Dunton Edith Kellogg. Betty Wales, Freshman

CHAPTER I. FIRST IMPRESSIONS

CHAPTER II. BEGINNINGS

CHAPTER III. DANCING LESSONS AND A CLASS-MEETING

CHAPTER IV. WHOSE PHOTOGRAPH?

CHAPTER V. UP HILL–AND DOWN

CHAPTER VI. LETTERS HOME

CHAPTER VII. A DRAMATIC CHAPTER

CHAPTER VIII. AFTER THE PLAY

CHAPTER IX. PAYING THE PIPER

CHAPTER X. A RUMOR

CHAPTER XI. MID-YEARS AND A DUST-PAN

CHAPTER XII. A TRIUMPH FOR DEMOCRACY

CHAPTER XIII. SAINT VALENTINE’S ASSISTANTS

CHAPTER XIV. A BEGINNING AND A SEQUEL

CHAPTER XV. AT THE GREAT GAME

CHAPTER XVI. A CHANCE TO HELP

CHAPTER XVII. AN OUNCE OF PREVENTION

CHAPTER XVIII. INTO PARADISE–AND OUT

CHAPTER XIX. A LAST CHANCE

CHAPTER XX. LOOSE THREADS

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The next morning it poured.

“Of course,” said Eleanor Watson impressively at breakfast. “It always does the first day of college. They call it the freshman rain.”

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Helen Chase Adams thanked Nan shyly for the luncheon, escaped from the terrors of a tête-à-tête with an unfamiliar grown-up on the plea of having to unpack, and curled up on the couch that Betty had not chosen, to think it over. The day had been full of surprises, but Betty was the culmination. Why had she come to college? She was distinctly pretty, she dressed well, and evidently liked what pretty girls call “a good time.” In Helen Chase Adams’s limited experience all pretty girls were stupid. The idea of seeing crowds of them in the college chapel, much less of rooming with one, had never entered her head. A college was a place for students. Would Miss Wales pass her examination? Would she learn her lessons? What would it be like to live with her day in and day out? Helen could not imagine–but she did not feel in the least like crying.

Just as the dinner-bell rang, Betty appeared, looking rather tired and pale. “Nan’s gone,” she announced. “She found she couldn’t make connections except by leaving at half past five, so she met me down at the college. And just at the last minute she gave me the money to buy a chafing-dish. Wasn’t that lovely? I know I should have cried and made a goose of myself, but after tha–I beg your pardon–I haven’t any sense.” She stopped in confusion.

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