Molly Brown's Freshman Days — Themes and Context

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Wrenn, Charles L. (Charles Lewis), 1880-1952 [Illustrator], Speed, Nell, 1878-1913 Project Gutenberg 2011 Not confirmed
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Words 58,571
Reading time 255 min
Text sections 7

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Nell Speed's 1912 novel follows Molly Brown's arrival at Wellington University, where she and her classmates form the secret G.F. Society to promote kindliness. The opening chapters establish a bustling campus setting and a tone of earnest camaraderie, with the club's founding reflecting the book's focus on friendship and social dynamics among freshmen.
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"Wellington! Wellington!" called the conductor.

The train drew up at a platform, and as if by magic a stream of girls came pouring out of the pretty stucco station with its sloping red roof and mingled with another stream of girls emptying itself from the coaches. Everywhere appeared girls,--leaping from omnibuses; hurrying down the gravel walk from the village; hastening along the University drive; girls on foot; girls on bicycles; girls running, and girls strolling arm in arm.

Few of them wore hats; many of them wore sweaters and short walking skirts of white duck or serge, and across the front of each sweater was embroidered a large "W" in cadet blue, the mystic color of Wellington University.

In the midst of a shouting, gesticulating mob stood Mr. Murphy, baggage master, smiling good naturedly.

"Now, young ladies, one at a time, please. We've brought down all the baggage left over by the 9.45. If your trunk ain't on this train, it'll come on the next. All in good time, please."

A tall girl with auburn hair and deep blue eyes approached the group. There was a kind of awkward grace about her, the grace which was hers by rights and the awkwardness which comes of growing too fast. She wore a shabby brown homespun suit, a shade darker than her hair, and on her head was an old brown felt which had plainly seen service the year before.

But knotted at her neck was a tie of burnt-orange silk which seemed to draw attention away from the shiny seams and frayed hem and to cry aloud:

"Look at me. I am the color of a winter sunset. Never mind the other old togs."

Surely there was something very brave and jaunty about this young girl who now pushed her way through the crowd of students and endeavored to engage the attention of the baggage-master.

"I think my trunk was on this train," she said timidly. "I hope it is. It came from Louisville to Philadelphia safely, and when I re-checked it they told me it would be on this train."

Now, Murphy, the baggage master, had his own peculiar method of conducting business, and it was strictly a partial and prejudiced one. If he liked the face of a student, he always waited on her first, regardless of how many other students were ahead of her; and, as he told his wife later, he "took a fancy to that overgrown gal from the fust."

"I beg your pardon, but Mr. Murphy is engaged," put in a haughty looking young woman with black eyes that snapped angrily.

"Now, Miss Judith," said the baggage master, who knew many of the students by name, "don't go fer to git excited. I ain't made no promises to no one. It's plain to see this here young lady is a newcomer, and, as sich, she gits my fust consideration."

"Oh, please excuse me," said the girl in shabby brown. "I'm not used to--I mean I haven't traveled very much."

Judith turned irritably away.

"I should think you hadn't," she said in a low voice, but loud enough to be overheard. "Freshies have a lot to learn and one is to respect their elders."

The new girl put down her straw suit case and leaned against the wall of the station. She looked tired and there was a streak of soot across her cheek. The trip from Kentucky in this warm September weather was not the pleasantest journey in the world. While she waited for Mr. Murphy to return with news of her trunk, her attention was claimed by two girls standing at her elbow who were talking cheerfully together.

"Yes," said one of them, a plump, brown-eyed girl with brown hair, a slightly turned-up nose and a humorous twitch to her lips, "I have a room at Queen's cottage. It's the best I could do unless I went into one of the expensive suites in the dormitories, and you know I might as well expect to take the royal suite on the Mauretania and sail for Europe as do that."

The other girl laughed.

"You'd be quite up to doing anything with your enterprising ways, Nance Oldham," she exclaimed.

"Oh, are you going to Queen's cottage?" here broke in the girl in shabby brown. "I'm there, too. My name is Molly Brown. I come from Kentucky. I feel awfully forlorn and homesick arriving at the University station without knowing a soul."

There was a kind of ringing note to Molly Brown's voice which made the other girls listen more closely.

The novel opens at a train station where a conductor calls out “Wellington! Wellington!” and a stream of girls pours from the coaches. Among them is Molly Brown, a tall girl with auburn hair and deep blue eyes, wearing a shabby brown homespun suit and an old felt hat. A burnt-orange silk tie at her neck draws attention away from the worn seams, signaling a character who is both self-aware and determined to make her mark. The scene immediately establishes a campus teeming with young women in sweaters embroidered with a large “W” in cadet blue—the “mystic color of Wellington University.”

Speed’s prose focuses on the collective energy of the freshman class rather than on individual interiority. The baggage master, Mr. Murphy, good-naturedly manages the chaos, and Molly’s first words—“I think my trunk is on this train”—are practical and understated. The opening thus grounds the story in the physical details of arrival: the stucco station, the gravel walk, the omnibuses, and the bicycles. This is a world where belonging is signaled by a sweater emblem, and where a girl’s entrance is measured by her clothes and her composure.

The G.F. Society and Its Purpose

In the excerpted chapters, Molly and her new friends form a club they call the G.F. Society. The name is chosen after a discussion in which Mabel Hinton explains that a goldfish “always radiates a cheerful glow no matter where he is” and “swims just as happily in a finger bowl as he does in a fish pond.” The club’s object is “the promotion of kindliness, especially toward such people as Frances Andrews, who were friendless.” Judy rephrases this: “instead of looking after wounded and hurt people, we’ll look after wounded and hurt feelings.”

The society is secret, with weekly reports and a plan to give an entertainment. Margaret, described as “astute,” guides the business-like proceedings, and the girls feel “quite important.” The narrator notes that this is “the first society to be established that year in the freshman class” and that it “developed afterward into a very important organization.” The club’s founding reveals a central tension in the book: the desire for social structure versus the impulse toward genuine kindness. The G.F. Society is both a playful secret society and a serious attempt to address loneliness.

Voice, Dialogue, and Social Dynamics

Speed renders the girls’ conversations in a colloquial, slightly formal register that mixes earnestness with humor. When Jessie tells a story about “The Friends of the Wallflowers”—a group of men who gave a cross-eyed, ugly girl “the time of her life”—Nance, who “imagined that she was a wallflower,” reacts with self-consciousness. The dialogue is peppered with interruptions and asides: “Girl or man?” demands Judy when Jessie mentions a letter from a cousin. “Man,” answers Jessie, blushing. The group laughs because “Jessie’s beaux were numerous.”

These exchanges show a social hierarchy based on confidence and romantic experience. Molly herself is not the center of attention; she asks for a compliment that has been “passed along considerably” and receives it with a warning about an “electric shock.” The compliment travels through a chain of acquaintances—a cousin’s best friend’s sister—before reaching Molly. This circuitous route mirrors the way reputation and affection circulate in a closed community. The girls are acutely aware of who is popular, who is friendless, and how to navigate the unwritten rules of campus life.

Setting and Material Culture

The Wellington campus is described through its visual markers: the “pretty stucco station with its sloping red roof,” the “University drive,” and the omnibuses. Girls appear “leaping from omnibuses; hurrying down the gravel walk; hastening along the University drive.” The uniform of the day includes sweaters and “short walking skirts of white duck or serge,” with the cadet-blue “W” embroidered across the front. This attention to clothing extends to Molly’s own outfit: a shabby brown homespun suit, an old brown felt hat, and a burnt-orange tie that “seemed to draw attention away from the shiny seams and frayed hem.”

The tie functions as a character detail—a deliberate choice that “cries aloud: ‘Look at me. I am the color of a winter sunset.’” Speed uses material objects to signal personality and social standing. The trunk that Molly worries about, the baggage master’s reassurances, and the mention of “all the baggage left over by the 9.45” root the story in the logistics of student life. These details, combined with the club’s formal voting procedures and the mention of a “Kentucky Spread” in the table of contents, suggest a world where friendship is both spontaneous and organized, and where belonging is negotiated through objects, rituals, and shared stories.

Readers approaching Molly Brown’s Freshman Days should attend to the way Speed balances the public rituals of college life—club meetings, train arrivals, sweater insignia—with the private anxieties of fitting in. The G.F. Society’s mission to protect “wounded and hurt feelings” is a clue to the book’s emotional core, even as the narrative remains focused on external action and dialogue. The excerpts do not reveal whether Molly herself is a wallflower or a leader, but they do show a community in the process of defining itself through shared projects and small kindnesses.

Reading about Molly’s secret society, I remembered how my own freshman roommate and I once whispered a pledge under our dorm’s porch light, promising to be gentler to everyone. That feeling returned when I found Girls of Highland Hall: Further Adventures of the Dandelion Cottagers — Inside the Classic, whose halls held the same hushed, hopeful warmth.

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