School would begin in another week, and she was to enter the sophomore preparatory, which corresponded to the second year in high school back home.

And yet, after what her father had written, she felt that she was not giving the Dean a square deal.
The odor of tobacco came through the library window, and acting on the spur of the moment, she stepped around the corner of the veranda and perched herself on the window sill.
"Are you busy, Uncle Cassius ?" Anybody who was well acquainted with Kit would have suspected the gentleness of her tone, but the Dean looked over at her with a little pleased smile.

Her coming was almost an answer to his reverie.
"Not at all, my dear, not at all.

In fact, I was just thinking of you.

I am inclined to think after all that we will begin with the geological periods.