ce
regretfully, "therefore I never have any invitations to man dances."

"Wait until my cousin comes up here. He is a Columbia man and you will
like him immensely. I know a number of the Willston men, too. Why don't
you go with me to the football game Thanksgiving Day? You are not going
away, are you? It is only a four days' vacation, you know."

"No, we haven't any particular place to go. Last year we spent our
Thanksgiving vacation with the Southards in New York. You knew about
that."

"You lucky things," laughed Mabel. "I envy you your friendship with
Everett Southard and his sister."

"Some day you must meet them," planned Grace. "They are delightful
people. Mr. Southard is appearing in Shakespearian roles in the large
cities this season, and Miss Southard is in Florida visiting friends. If
they were in New York they would insist on our going to them for the
holidays. I must run away now. It is almost dinner time and I promised
to hook up Elfreda's new gown. Miriam went over to Morton House with
Gertrude Wells, and won't return until late, and Elfreda is going to
dine with the Anarchist."

"Really!" exclaimed Mabel. "Elfreda seems to be coming to the front this
year, doesn't she!"

"She is turning out splendidly," said Grace warmly. "She stands high in
every one of her classes, and she is so ridiculously funny that we would
feel lost without her. She says things in the same droll way that a
young man we know in Oakdale does. But I mustn't stay another minute.
Good-bye, Mabel, I'll see you in a day or two."

Grace darted across the campus and ran rapidly in the direction of Wayne
Hall. She loved to run and her fleetness of foot had served her well on
more than one occasion. Only that day she had complained to Miriam that
it had been years since she had indulged in a good run. Miriam had
laughingly accused her of still being a tomboy, and had proposed that
they take a long tramp on Saturday. "You can run up and down the road to
your heart's content when we get far enough away from Overton so that no
one will see you and think you have suddenly gone crazy," Miriam had
declared good-naturedly.

Bounding up the steps two at a time, Grace reached the front door of
Wayne Hall without drawing a laboring breath. "I'm certainly in good
condition," she laughed to herself, inhaling deeply and inflating her
chest. "I hope I'll be chosen to play on the team this year." She rang a
third time before the door was opened by