He's a citizen our
state is proud of. Mrs. Bassett says you're going to college this
fall--to Wellesley, is it? Mrs. Bassett has an idea that Marian ought to
have a college education. What do you think about it?"
He smiled kindly, and there was kindness in his deep voice.
"I think girls should go who want to go," answered Sylvia, her hands on
the pickets of the gate.
"You speak like a politician," laughed Bassett. "That's exactly what I
think; and I haven't seen that Marian is dying for a college career."
"She has plenty of time to think of it," Sylvia replied. "I'm ever so
much older"; and this seemed to dispose of that matter.
"You are staying here some time?"
"Another week. It seems that we've hardly been here a day."
"You are fortunate in having Mrs. Owen for a friend. She is a very
unusual woman."
"The most wonderful person I ever knew!" responded Sylvia warmly.
He still showed no haste to leave her, though he had just reached
Waupegan, and was going away the next day.
"Your grandfather isn't teaching at Madison now, I believe?"
"No; but he lectures sometimes, and he has taught me; there was never a
better teacher," she answered, smiling.
"You must have been well taught if you are ready for college so early;
you are--you say you're older than Marian--do you mind my asking how old
you ate?"
"Nearly seventeen; seventeen in October.
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