Grace Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College
er first recitation, she decided to reread her theme. What one wrote always read differently after one had slept over it. What seemed clever at night
under the chiffonier, then turned over the books on the table, t
to the hall last night. I couldn't have lost it on my way across the campus.
he had not even seen the theme. She rose at once to accompany Grace upstairs. The two girls searched in every nook and corner of the room. "I wanted to hand it in this morning," lamented Gra
l be found yet,
s only one chance in a thousand of its turning up," declared
e handed in?" q
olefully. "I'll have to rewrite
se another subject?
king if any one has found it. My name was on it. If I made a fuss over it some one might say it was only a
would say so," contr
seem so suspicious, but an ounce of prevention, you know. I will write it over and say nothing furt
ve the desired respite rather ungraciously and Grace took her place in class, relieved to think she had got off so easily. That night she rewrote the theme. It did not give her as much trouble as she had antic
h to indulge in a new evening dress I might as well wear it. The sophomore
it ever since it was made. Have you seen that white gown of Elfreda's? It's perfectly stunning. I stopped in her room for a
en Anne poked her head in Grace's door. "Come on into Miriam's room, Grace," she called. "She has just ma
the notebook she had been running
ng it on the floor, sat down on it Turk fashion. Elfreda poured another cup of chocolate, then seated herself on the floor beside Grace. "P
, between bites. "I'm hungry to-night
we went out for a walk to see what we could find,
shop," announced Grace. "To-morrow nigh
ut not to eat. One spread a week is my limit. Now for my new
Grace. "Do tell us
. I am not yearning for the honor, you know. I went to her door and knocked. Her roommate, Miss Taylor, opened it. The Anarchis
one thing she has in her favor. Perhaps we shall disco
echoed Mi
wled Elfreda. "I may become
"We accept the warning. Con
ere busy. Then the Anarchist looked up from her book, glared like a lion, straighten
the belligerent freshman. Her a
a slight flush rose to her round face, "then she looked me in the eye and told me a deliberate untruth. She said she had refused one invitation because she had not been interested in the reception, but that she had changed her mind. She thanked me and said she would be pleased to go. I bowed mys
said Grace disapprovingly. "Why couldn'
dently isn't so indifferent to the opinio
Anne. "Perhaps she is not altog
't call it 'odd,' I'd use a stronger word than that. It's
o," advised Miriam Nesbit bluntly. "Don't take her to the recepti
ry to give the Anarchist the most exciting time of her young life, but if she balks please don't blame me. You can lead an Anarchist to a receptio
ard talking last night," said Grace, smil
. If she doesn't I shall have to constitute myself a committee of one to furnish amusement for her. If on the fatal night you see me, my arm firmly linked in that
laughing at you now," said Grace. "We shall be only to
maybe you can't. But if she doesn't