Looking at it from below, Kit afterwards thought it was like a miniature section of the Yosemite, the sand had hardened into such fantastic shapes, and the strata in places was so plainly visible.
Mrs.Robbins' telegram arrived the night before Kit herself.

It was brief and non-committal.
"Kit arrives Union Station, Chicago, Thursday, 10:22 A.M." "Kit," repeated the Dean.

"Humph! Nickname.

Superfluous and derogatory." Miss Daphne took the telegram from his desk with a little smile that was almost tremulous with excitement.
"It's probably the diminutive for Christopher, brother," she said.

"I think it's a nice name.