She takes to any kind of romantic rubbish like she was born to it.

She never got it from me, that's sure.

And sending her to that silly college hasn't helped the matter any--just the other way." "Now hear her, Hawkins! Rowena-Ivanhoe College is the selectest and most aristocratic seat of learning for young ladies in our country.

Under no circumstances can a girl get in there unless she is either very rich and fashionable or can prove four generations of what may be called American nobility.

Castellated college-buildings--towers and turrets and an imitation moat--and everything about the place named out of Sir Walter Scott's books and redolent of royalty and state and style; and all the richest girls keep phaetons, and coachmen in livery, and riding-horses, with English grooms in plug hats and tight-buttoned coats, and top-boots, and a whip-handle without any whip to it, to ride sixty-three feet behind them--" "And they don't learn a blessed thing, Washington Hawkins, not a single blessed thing but showy rubbish and un-american pretentiousness.