. The sibyl. r attempt such a thing again. But, come! it is time we were otf to bed, for the cockwill crow before we have had three hours sleep. After in-dulging in such a reverie our dreams ought to be pleasantunless we are transferred back again to our college daysand the professors stern look should seem too ! I well remember the first night I entered those folks had an open session, the first one of the me, fresh from the verdant fields and backwoods farm, itwas a wonderful sight, and I distinctly remember wonderingwhere in the world the societies got
. The sibyl. r attempt such a thing again. But, come! it is time we were otf to bed, for the cockwill crow before we have had three hours sleep. After in-dulging in such a reverie our dreams ought to be pleasantunless we are transferred back again to our college daysand the professors stern look should seem too ! I well remember the first night I entered those folks had an open session, the first one of the me, fresh from the verdant fields and backwoods farm, itwas a wonderful sight, and I distinctly remember wonderingwhere in the world the societies got the money to fix up thehalls in that grand style. I remember also very distinctlythe first open session I attended of Philalethea. Little did Idream that my fate was being sealed that night, and thatthe timid half-scared little maiden whom I seemed to frightenwith my admiring gaze would sometime cross the greatAtlantic with me — the wife of a missionary. Yes, I have a tender recollection of those old 113 A DAY AT OTTERBEIN AS TOLD BY RAGS. ^^?fj HEN I heard my master stirring, IJ J J jumped up from my bed of old carpet,Mlj[ gave myself a good shake and scamperedout as soon as he opened the door. Itwas quite early and none of the studentswere abroad so I took a good play overthe campus. I ran after all the birds I saw, tossed up theleaves and ran round and round after my tail. But at lastI got tired of playing all by myself and I was pretty gladwhen I saw Mr. Pace takin a hike across the campus forup town. I suppose Mrs. P. had sent him for somethingfor breakfast. I ran after him but he didnt seem verysociable. Maybe he had been hearing a curtain-lecture. Just then the breakfast bell rang, so I stopped run-ning round and sat down to sing. Whenever the bell ringsT sing. I heard one of the students call it howling butthat just shows how ignorant he is. I can beat some ofBendingers pupils alright. By this time there were lots of students hurrying alongto get their morning
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