Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
It was all over. Kate Barrington had her degree and her graduating honors； the banquets and breakfasts, the little intimate farewell gatherings, and the stirring convocation were through with. So now she was going home.
With such reluctance had the Chicago spring drawn to a close that, even in June, the campus looked poorly equipped for summer, and it was a pleasure, as she told her friend Lena Vroom, who had come with her to the station to see her off, to think how much further everything would be advanced "down-state."
"To-morrow morning, the first thing," she declared, "I shall go in the side entry and take down the garden shears and cut the roses to put in the Dresden vases on the marble mantelshelf in the front room."
"Don‘t try to make me think you‘re domestic," said Miss Vroom with unwonted raillery.
"Domestic, do you call it?" cried Kate. "It isn‘t being domestic； it‘s turning in to make up to lady mother for the four years she‘s been depri

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