Grace Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College

one's dinner and hurry to one's room to begin the all important task of dressing was the order of procedu

ey stopped for a moment in the hall. "I went to t

n now. Remember, time flies and tha

know. Just pretend you didn't hear it, will you? I think I'll wear my violets at my girdle. I don't look very stout in this rig, do I? You look like a princess, Miriam. You're a regular howling beauty in that corn-co

s, then fastening the cluster of yellow rosebuds to the waist of her g

r ladies live under the same

urned Grace. "Here comes Elfreda and Mi

shman," said Miriam, her vo

or the Anarchist herself, she might easily have posed as a statue of vengeance. Her eyebrows were drawn into a ferocious scowl. She walked down the stairs with the air of an Indian chief about to tomahawk a victim. He

. "She looks like Hiawatha. She has made up her mind to be nice with Elfreda. She's wearin

nne. "I can't lead very w

slowly. "Humiliating one's self needlessl

o was already on the stair

n guests were a matter of necessity. Elfreda and her charge occupied seats in the same carriage with Anne and M

ing up and waylaying Elfreda, who was slowly making her way across the gymnas

freda's round face settled into lines of disgust. "She says such outrageously personal things to her partners. I know of three different girls she has offended so far. What will become of her before the evening is over?"

ou, but, honestly, I feel as though it would be hardly fa

nade. "I'll manage to steer her through this dance. But next time some one

asium looks prettier than it did last y

esn't Miriam look stunning to-night? I think she

xception,"

eption, then," c

y," promised Grace.

speak of as Eleanor?" a

"She was so self-willed and domineering that none of us could endure her. She entered the junior class in high school when Miriam, Anne and I did. For a

the Anarchist?" aske

promptly. "Still, the Anarchist may have

have offended half the company by this time." Elfreda strolled off in search of her troublesome charge. Grace crossed the gymnasium, her keen eyes darting from the floor, where groups of d

reflected, "and tell her about to-morrow. Perhaps Anne has told her. She promised she would." Espying Mildred Taylor, Grace remembered with sudden contrition that she had not asked the little freshman to dance. "I suppose she hasn't a si

e's apologetic gray eyes. "It doesn't matter," she answer

offended at my seeming negle

rt rejoinder. "I do not think I shall

ce sympathetically. "Can

with tears. She brushed them angrily away, saying with a petulance

proud surprise. "Shall I tell

uttered

ought that sprang instantly to her mind. Then she suddenly recollected that she had not yet found Ruth. A

gliding over the smooth floor to the inspiriting strains of a popular two step. Long before the end of the dance they stopped to rest and talk. "I suppos

sy," replied

dinner with us at Vinton's to-

Ruth slowly.

you there. I must leave you now to look aft

d carriage in Overton had been pressed into service, and many who had braved the fine rain early in the evening and walked were obliged to negotiate with the drivers for a return of their vehicles. The carriages to Wayne Hall carried six girls instead of four, and the merry conversation that was kept up during the short drive showed plainly that t

a to Miriam, who was busily engaged in unhooking the stout girl's gown and listening in amuseme

tood brushing her long hair before the mirror. Suddenly she paused, her brush suspended in the air. "Anne," she said so abrup

brows in an effort to remember. "I

She is angry with me because in som

g to me," was An

I didn't pass her by intentionally. I didn't know she was so sensit

ostile than it had been the night before. From her manner, it was evident that the little freshman, whom Grace had hastened to befriend on that first doleful mor

for what had been an unintentional oversight on her part, and her self respect demanded that she should allow the matter to drop. She decided that if, later on, Mildred showe