"
This point of view did not interest Marian, and she recurred to her own
affairs.
"I've been to Europe. Papa took us all last year. We went to Paris and
London. It was fine."
"My grandfather was in the United States Navy, before he began teaching
at Madison, so I know a good deal from him about Europe."
"Blackford--he's my brother--is going to Annapolis," said Marian, thus
reminded of her brother's aspirations. "At least he says he is, though
he used to talk about West Point. I hope he will go into the Army. I
should like to visit West Point; it must be perfectly fascinating."
"I suppose it is. I think I should like college."
"Not for me!" exclaimed Marian. "I want to go to a convent in Paris. I
know a girl right here in Indianapolis who did that, and it's perfectly
fine and ever so romantic. To get into college you have to know algebra,
don't you?"
"Yes; I think they require that," Sylvia replied, on guard against a
display of too much knowledge.
"Do you know algebra?" demanded Marian.
"Sometimes I think I don't!"
"Well, there's no doubt about me! I'm sure I don't. It's perfectly
horrid."
The entrance of Mrs. Owen and the return of Professor Kelton terminated
these confidences. The four were soon at the luncheon table, where the
array of crystal and silver seemed magnificent to Sylvia's unaccustomed
eyes.
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