e sure to accompany him.
She has promised us that."

"There is no use in wishing for the impossible, children," said Emma
Dean briskly, rising from the table and beginning to put on her coat.
"There is also no use in being late for dinner. In spite of this
bounteous repast," she indicated the empty sundae glasses, "I yearn for
Mrs. Elwood's simple but infinitely more satisfying fare. It's almost
six o'clock. Those that are going with me, hurry up."

"We must have another meeting within the next two or three days,"
declared Grace. "Can all of you girls come to our room next Friday
evening? In the meantime we will arrange a programme which will be
brought before the club for approval at our next meeting. Don't any of
you fail to be there."

As the Wayne Hall girls flocked in the front door that night, Mrs.
Elwood met them with: "Miss Harlowe, there is a young lady in the living
room, waiting for you. She's been there almost an hour."

"For me?" inquired Grace in surprise. "I'll go in at once."

An instant later the girls heard a delighted little cry of "Eleanor, you
dear thing!" Then Grace sprang to the door, exclaiming: "Girls, girls!
come in here at once. You can never guess who is here!"

At the cry of "Eleanor," Miriam and Anne, who were half way upstairs,
ran down again and into the living room. They were followed by Elfreda,
who paused on the stairs, then turned and went slowly up to her room.
"Last year I wouldn't have known enough to go on about my business," she
muttered as she walked stolidly into her room and sat down on the end of
the couch.

Ten minutes later Miriam burst into the room with: "Come downstairs,
Elfreda. Don't you want to meet Eleanor? You know you have said so ever
so many times. She's very anxious to meet you."

"Of course I want to meet her," returned Elfreda with a short,
embarrassed laugh. "This room is the place for me, though, until you are
ready to introduce me. Are you sure you want me to go downstairs?"

"You funny girl," laughed Miriam. "Of course we want you. We have just
been telling Eleanor about you. She hasn't time to come upstairs now,
for her father is waiting for her at the 'Tourraine.' He is going back
to New York City to-night. He has a concert to-morrow. Grace, Anne and I
are going to dine with them. I'm sorry I can't take you along, but
perhaps he will come again to Overton. Eleanor is going to stay a week
longer if we can coax her to remain. She is traveling wit