In fact, even if she had known, she would probably have been thoroughly indignant at any such spirit among the girls themselves.
Jean and Helen were the natural-born aristocrats in the family, Kit always said.

They loved to feel themselves aloof and not part of the populace.
"The sedan chair and palanquin for both of you," Kit had been wont to say, scornfully, "but give me a good horse and a wide trail, or if I can't have the horse, I'll hike." And here she loved to quote Stevenson's "Vagabond" to them.
"Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me.
"Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above, And the road below me." The whole morning was taken up with the assigning of students to classes.
Kit loved the curious bustle and excitement of it all.

It was so different from the small high school back home, and there were many more boys and girls than she had expected to see.

Almost, as she passed from room to room, through the different buildings, she wished she were staying right there as a year pupil.

Amy introduced her to her closest friend, Peggy Barrows, a girl from South Dakota, who took them up to her quarters in one of the dormitories.
"Dear me," Kit said, looking around her speculatively.