Full-fledged B.A.'s "I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night," groaned Phil.
"If you live long enough both wishes will come true," said Anne calmly.
"It's easy for you to be serene. You're at home in Philosophy.
I'm not -- and when I think of that horrible paper tomorrow I quail.
If I should fail in it what would Jo say?""You won't fail. How did you get on in Greek today?""I don't know. Perhaps it was a good paper and perhaps it was bad enough to make Homer turn over in his grave. I've studied and mulled over notebooks until I'm incapable of forming an opinion of anything. How thankful little Phil will be when all this examinating is over.""Examinating? I never heard such a word.""Well, haven't I as good a right to make a word as any one else?"demanded Phil.
"Words aren't made -- they grow," said Anne.
"Never mind -- I begin faintly to discern clear water ahead where no examination breakers loom. Girls, do you -- can you realize that our Redmond Life is almost over?""I can't," said Anne, sorrowfully. "It seems just yesterday that Pris and I were alone in that crowd of Freshmen at Redmond.
And now we are Seniors in our final examinations.""`Potent, wise, and reverend Seniors,'" quoted Phil. "Do you suppose we really are any wiser than when we came to Redmond?""You don't act as if you were by times," said Aunt Jamesina severely.
"Oh, Aunt Jimsie, haven't we been pretty good girls, take us by and large, these three winters you've mothered us?" pleaded Phil.
"You've been four of the dearest, sweetest, goodest girls that ever went together through college," averred Aunt Jamesina, who never spoiled a compliment by misplaced economy.
"But I mistrust you haven't any too much sense yet. It's not to be expected, of course. Experience teaches sense. You can't learn it in a college course. You've been to college four years and I never was, but I know heaps more than you do, young ladies.""`There are lots of things that never go by rule, There's a powerful pile o' knowledge That you never get at college, There are heaps of things you never learn at school,'"quoted Stella.
"Have you learned anything at Redmond except dead languages and geometry and such trash?" queried Aunt Jamesina.
"Oh, yes. I think we have, Aunty," protested Anne.
"We've learned the truth of what Professor Woodleigh told us last Philomathic," said Phil. "He said, `Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.'
Isn't that worth learning, Aunt Jimsie?"
"Yes, it is, dearie. When you've learned to laugh at the things that should be laughed at, and not to laugh at those that shouldn't, you've got wisdom and understanding.""What have you got out of your Redmond course, Anne?" murmured Priscilla aside.
"I think," said Anne slowly, "that I really have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as the foreshadowing of victory. Summing up, I think that is what Redmond has given me.""I shall have to fall back on another Professor Woodleigh quotation to express what it has done for me," said Priscilla.
"You remember that he said in his address, `There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves --so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight, and for which to be thankful.'
I think Redmond has taught me that in some measure, Anne.""Judging from what you all, say" remarked Aunt Jamesina, "the sum and substance is that you can learn -- if you've got natural gumption enough -- in four years at college what it would take about twenty years of living to teach you. Well, that justifies higher education in my opinion. It's a matter I was always dubious about before.""But what about people who haven't natural gumption, Aunt Jimsie?""People who haven't natural gumption never learn," retorted Aunt Jamesina, "neither in college nor life. If they live to be a hundred they really don't know anything more than when they were born. It's their misfortune not their fault, poor souls.
But those of us who have some gumption should duly thank the Lord for it.""Will you please define what gumption is, Aunt Jimsie?" asked Phil.
