Molly Brown's College Friends

NANCE OLDHAM “I am so afraid Nance will be changed,” sighed Molly as she put the finishing touches to the room her old friend was to occupy. “I’ll wager anything she is the same old Nance Oldham,” insisted Professor Green, obediently mounting the ladder to hang the last snowy curtain at the broad, deep window in the guest chamber overlooking the campus. “I think she is the kind of girl who will always be the same. Is that straight?” “A little bit lower at this end—there! What a comfort you are, Edwin!” and Molly viewed the effect approvingly. “Pretty good general houseworker, eh?” and the dignified professor of English at Wellington College ran nimbly down the ladder and hugged his wife. She submitted with very good grace to his embraces in spite of the fact that the fresh bureau scarves and table covers with which she was preparing to decorate her old friend’s room were included in the demonstration of affection