"Well, Olivia," she began in a business-like tone, "what is the trouble?"
Olivia opened her hands and disclosed some crumpled papers. Patty spread them out and hastily ran her eyes over the official printed slips:
Miss _Copeland_ is hereby informed that she has been found deficient in _German_ (_three_ hours).
Miss _Copeland_ is hereby informed that she has been found deficient in _Latin prose_ (_one_ hour).
Miss _Copeland_ is hereby informed that she has been found deficient in _geometry_ (_four_ hours).
Patty performed a rapid calculation,--"three and one are four and four are eight,"--and knit her brows.
"Will they send me home, Patty?"
"Mercy, no, child; I hope not. A person who"s done as good work as you in English ought to have the right to flunk every other blessed thing, if she wants to."
"But you"re dropped if you flunk eight hours; you told me so yourself."
"Don"t believe anything I told you," said Patty, rea.s.suringly. "I don"t know what I"m talking about more than half the time."
"I"d hate to be sent back, and have my father know I"d failed, when he spent so much time preparing me; but"--Olivia began to cry again--"I want to go back so much that I don"t believe I care."
"You don"t know what you"re talking about," said Patty. She put her hand on the girl"s shoulder. "Mercy, child, you"re sopping wet, and you"re shivering! Sit up and take those shoes off."
Olivia sat up and pulled at the laces with ineffectual fingers, and Patty jerked them open and dumped the shoes in a squashy heap on the floor.
"Do you know what"s the matter with you?" she asked. "You"re not crying because you"ve flunked. You"re crying because you"ve caught cold, and you"re tired and wet and hungry. You take those wet clothes off this minute and get into a warm bath-robe, and I"ll get you some dinner."
"I don"t want any dinner," wailed Olivia, and she showed signs of turning back to the pillows again.
"Don"t act like a baby, Olivia," said Patty, sharply; "sit up and be a--a man."
Ten minutes later Patty returned from a successful looting expedition, and deposited her spoils on the bedroom table. Olivia sat on the edge of the bed and watched her apathetically, a picture of shivering despondency.
"Drink this," commanded Patty, as she extended a steaming gla.s.s.
Olivia obediently raised it to her lips, and drew back. "What"s in it?"
she asked faintly.
"Everything I could find that"s hot--quinine and whisky and Jamaica ginger and cough syrup and a dash of red pepper, and--one or two other things. It"s my own idea. You can"t take cold after _that_."
"I--I don"t believe I want any."
"Drink it--every drop," said Patty, grimly; and Olivia shut her eyes and gulped it down.
"Now," said Patty, cheerfully bustling about, "I"ll get dinner. Have you a can-opener? And any alcohol, by chance? That"s nice. We"ll have three courses,--canned soup, canned baked beans, and preserved ginger,--all of them hot. It"s mighty lucky Georgie Merriles was in New York or she"d never have lent them to me."
Olivia, to her own astonishment, presently found herself laughing (she had thought that she would never smile again) as she sipped mulligatawny soup from a tooth-mug and balanced a pin-trayful of steaming baked beans on her knee.
"And now," said Patty, as, the three courses disposed of, she tucked the freshman into bed, "we"ll map out a campaign. While eight hours are pretty serious, they are not of necessity deadly. What made you flunk Latin prose?"
"I never had any before I came, and when I told Miss--"
"Certainly; she thought it her duty to flunk you. You shouldn"t have mentioned the subject. But never mind. It"s only one hour, and it won"t take you a minute to work it off. How about German?"
"German"s a little hard because it"s so different from Italian and French, you know; and I"m sort of frightened when she calls on me, and--"
"Pretty stupid, on the whole?" Patty suggested.
"I"m afraid I am," she confessed.
"Well, I dare say you deserved to flunk in that. You can tutor it up and pa.s.s it off in the spring. How about geometry?"
"I thought I knew that, only she didn"t ask what I expected and--"
"An unfortunate circ.u.mstance, but it will happen. Could you review it up a little and take a reexamination right away?"
"Yes; I"m sure I could, only they won"t give me another chance. They"ll send me home first."
"Who"s your instructor?"
"Miss Prescott."
Patty frowned, and then she laughed. "I thought if it were Miss Hawley I could go to her and explain the matter and ask her to give you a reexamination. Miss Hawley"s occasionally human. But Miss Prescott! No wonder you flunked. I"m afraid of her myself. She"s the only woman that ever got a degree at some German university, and she simply hasn"t a thought in the world beyond mathematics. I don"t believe the woman has any soul. If one of those mediums should come here and dematerialize her, all that would be left would be an equilateral triangle."
Patty shook her head. "I"m afraid there"s not much use in arguing with a person like that. If she once sees a truth, you know, she sees it for all time. But never mind; I"ll do the best I can. I"ll tell her you"re an undiscovered mathematical genius; that it"s latent, but if she"ll examine you again she"ll find it. That ought to appeal to her.
Good-night. Go to sleep and don"t worry; I"ll manage her."
"Good night; and thank you, Patty," called a tolerably cheerful voice from under the covers.
Patty closed the door, and stood a moment in the hall, pondering the situation. Olivia Copeland was too valuable to throw away. The college must be made to realize her worth. But that was difficult. Patty had tried to make the college realize things before. Miss Prescott was the only means of salvation that she could think of, and Miss Prescott was a doubtful means. She did not at all relish the prospect of calling on her, but there seemed to be nothing else to do. She made a little grimace and laughed. "I"m acting like a freshman myself," she thought.
"Walk up, Patty, and face the guns"; and without giving herself time to hesitate she marched up-stairs and knocked on Miss Prescott"s door. She reflected after she had knocked that perhaps it would have been more politic to have postponed her business until the morrow. But the door opened before she had time to run away, and she found herself rather confusedly bowing to Miss Prescott, who held in her hand, not a book on calculus, but a common, every-day magazine.
"Good evening, Miss Wyatt. Won"t you come in and sit down?" said Miss Prescott, in a very cordially human tone.
As she sank into a deep rush chair Patty had a blurred vision of low bookcases, pictures, rugs, and polished bra.s.s thrown into soft relief by a shaded lamp which stood on the table. Before she had time to mentally shake herself and reconstruct her ideas she was gaily chatting to Miss Prescott about the probable outcome of a serial story in the magazine.
Miss Prescott did not seem to wonder in the least at this unusual visit, but talked along easily on various subjects, and laughed and told stories like the humanest of human beings. Patty watched her, fascinated. "She"s _pretty_," she thought to herself and she began to wonder how old she was. Never before had she a.s.sociated any age whatever with Miss Prescott. She had regarded her much in the same light as a scientific truth, which exists, but is quite irrespective of time or place. She tried to recall some story that had been handed about among the girls her freshman year. She remembered vaguely that it had in it the suggestion that Miss Prescott had once been in love. At the time Patty had scoffingly repudiated the idea, but now she was half willing to believe it.
Suddenly, in the midst of the conversation, the ten-o"clock bell rang, and Patty recalled her errand with a start.
"I suppose," she said, "you are wondering why I came."
"I was hoping," said Miss Prescott, with a smile, "that it was just to see me, without any ulterior motive."
"It will be the next time--if you will let me come again; but to-night I had another reason, which I"m afraid you"ll think impertinent--and," she added frankly, "I don"t know just what"s the best way to tell it so that you _won"t_ think it impertinent."