Great nature." At seven o'clock on a morning of September, Sylvia left Elizabeth House to begin her novitiate as a teacher.

Allen had declared his intention of sending his automobile for her every morning, an offer that was promptly declined.

However, on that bright morning when the young world turned schoolward, Harwood lay in wait for her.
"This must never happen again, sir! And of course you may not carry my books--they're the symbol of my profession.

Seventeen thousand young persons about like me are on the way to school this morning right here in Indiana.

It would be frightfully embarrassing to the educational system if young gentlemen were allowed to carry the implements of our trade." "You can't get rid of me now: I never get up as early as this unless I'm catching a train." "So much the worse for you, then!" "There will be mornings when you won't think it so much fun.