{"product_id":"2940013618114","title":"Molly Brown's Freshman Days","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  CHAPTER                                            PAGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      I.  WELLINGTON                                    5\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     II.  THEIR NEIGHBOR                               19\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    III.  THE PROFESSOR                                32\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     IV.  A BUSY DAY                                   46\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      V.  THE KENTUCKY SPREAD                          62\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     VI.  KNOTTY PROBLEMS                              75\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    VII.  AN INCIDENT OF THE COFFEE CUPS               86\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   VIII.  CONCERNING CLUBS,--AND A TEA PARTY           99\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     IX.  RUMORS AND MYSTERIES                        115\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      X.  JOKES AND CROAKS                            130\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     XI.  EXMOOR COLLEGE                              140\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    XII.  SUNDAY MORNING BREAKFAST                    152\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   XIII.  TRICKERY                                    164\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    XIV.  AN INSPIRATION                              177\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     XV.  PLANNING AND WISHING                        188\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    XVI.  THE MCLEAN SUPPER                           204\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   XVII.  A MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE                        216\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XVIII.  THE FOOTBALL GAME                           230\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    XIX.  THREE FRIENDS                               241\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     XX.  MISS STEEL                                  255\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    XXI.  A BACHELOR'S POCKET                         266\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   XXII.  CHRISTMAS--MID-YEARS--AND THE WANDERTHIRST  276\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XXIII.  SOPHOMORES AT LAST                          291\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eILLUSTRATIONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \"I think my trunk is on this train,\" she said.    _Frontispiece_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e                                                              PAGE\u003cbr\u003e  \"I wish you would tell me your receipt for making friends,\u003cbr\u003e  Molly,\" exclaimed Nance.                                      51\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \"I'm scared to death,\" she announced. Then she struck a\u003cbr\u003e  chord and began.                                              60\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  It was quite the custom for girls to prepare breakfasts in\u003cbr\u003e  their rooms.                                                 152\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMolly Brown's Freshman Days\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWELLINGTON.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Wellington! Wellington!\" called the conductor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe train drew up at a platform, and as if by magic a stream of girls\u003cbr\u003ecame pouring out of the pretty stucco station with its sloping red\u003cbr\u003eroof and mingled with another stream of girls emptying itself from the\u003cbr\u003ecoaches. Everywhere appeared girls,--leaping from omnibuses; hurrying\u003cbr\u003edown the gravel walk from the village; hastening along the University\u003cbr\u003edrive; girls on foot; girls on bicycles; girls running, and girls\u003cbr\u003estrolling arm in arm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFew of them wore hats; many of them wore sweaters and short walking\u003cbr\u003eskirts of white duck or serge, and across the front of each sweater was\u003cbr\u003eembroidered a large \"W\" in cadet blue, the mystic color of Wellington\u003cbr\u003eUniversity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the midst of a shouting, gesticulating mob stood Mr. Murphy, baggage\u003cbr\u003emaster, smiling good naturedly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Now, young ladies, one at a time, please. We've brought down all the\u003cbr\u003ebaggage left over by the 9.45. If your trunk ain't on this train, it'll\u003cbr\u003ecome on the next. All in good time, please.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA tall girl with auburn hair and deep blue eyes approached the group.\u003cbr\u003eThere was a kind of awkward grace about her, the grace which was hers by\u003cbr\u003erights and the awkwardness which comes of growing too fast. She wore a\u003cbr\u003eshabby brown homespun suit, a shade darker than her hair, and on her\u003cbr\u003ehead was an old brown felt which had plainly seen service the year\u003cbr\u003ebefore.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut knotted at her neck was a tie of burnt-orange silk which seemed to\u003cbr\u003edraw attention away from the shiny seams and frayed hem and to cry\u003cbr\u003ealoud:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Look at me. I am the color of a winter sunset. Never mind the other old\u003cbr\u003etogs.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSurely there was something very brave and jaunty about this young girl\u003cbr\u003ewho now pushed her way through the crowd of students and endeavored to\u003cbr\u003eengage the attention of the baggage-master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I think my trunk was on this train,\" she said timidly. \"I hope it is.\u003cbr\u003eIt came from Louisville to Philadelphia safely, and when I re-checked it\u003cbr\u003ethey told me it would be on this train.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow, Murphy, the baggage master, had his own peculiar method of\u003cbr\u003econducting business, and it was strictly a partial and prejudiced one.\u003cbr\u003eIf he liked the face of a student, he always waited on her first,\u003cbr\u003eregardless of how many other students were ahead of her; and, as he told\u003cbr\u003ehis wife later, he \"took a fancy to that overgrown gal from the fust.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I beg your pardon, but Mr. Murphy is engaged,\" put in a haughty looking\u003cbr\u003eyoung woman with black eyes that snapped angrily.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47173828280560,"sku":"2940013618114","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013618114_p0.jpg?v=1763583090","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013618114","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}