nd the theatre. She had that
reverence for New England traditions that is found in all young
Westerners. It was one of her jokes that she took two Boston girls on
their first pilgrimage to Concord, a joke that greatly tickled John
Ware, brooding in his library in Delaware Street.

A few passages from her letters home are illuminative of these college
years. Here are some snap-shots of her fellow students:--

"I never knew before that there were so many kinds of people in the
world--girls, I mean. All parts of the country are represented, and
I suppose I shall always judge different cities and states by the
girls they send here. There is a California freshman who is quite
tall, like the redwood trees, I suppose. And there is a little girl
in my class--she seems little--from Omaha who lives on a hilltop
out there where she can see the Missouri River--and when her father
first settled there, Indians were still about. She is the nicest
and gentlest girl I know, and yet she brings before me all those
pioneer times and makes me think how fast the country has grown.
And there is a Virginia girl in my corridor who has the most
wonderful way of talking, and there's history in that, too,--the
history of all the great war and the things you fought for; but I
was almost sorry to have to let her know that you fought on the
other side, but I _did_ tell her. I never realized, just from books
and maps, that the United States is so big. The girls bring their
local backgrounds with them--the different aims and traits. . . . I
have drawn a map of the country and named all the different states
and cities for the girls who come from them, but this is just for
my own fun, of course. . . . I never imagined one would have
preferences and like and dislike people by a kind of instinct,
without really knowing them, but I'm afraid I do it, and that all
the rest of us do the same. . . . Nothing in the world is as
interesting as people--just dear, good folksy people!"

The correspondence her dormitory neighbors carried on with parents and
brothers and sisters and friends impressed her by its abundance; and she
is to be pardoned if she weighed the letters, whose home news was quoted
constantly in her hearing, against her own slight receipts at the
college post-office. She knew that every Tuesday morning there would be
a letter fro