Her temperament was naturally artistic; she was an omnivorous reader, and could devour anything in the shape of literature that came her way.

The bookcase in her dormitory was filled with beautiful volumes, mostly Christmas and birthday gifts.

She rejoiced in their soft leather bindings or fine illustrations with a true book-lover's enthusiasm.

It was her pride to keep them in daintiest condition.

Dog-ears or thumb-marks were in her opinion the depths of degradation.