ave a plan that just
came to me a little while ago, and I should like to hear what you think
of it. I must hurry back to my guest. Come to my room as soon as you
can."

"Now I wonder what she has on her mind?" smiled Miriam. "I imagine it
has something to do with Alberta Wicks."

"Do you know," remarked Elfreda, looking up with a sudden tender light
in her usually matter-of-fact face, "there's a line in 'Hamlet' that
always makes me think of Grace. It's the one in which Hamlet speaks of
his father. He says, 'I shall never look upon his like again.'
Substituting 'her' for 'his,' that is exactly what I think about Grace."

* * * * *

The next morning Grace awoke with the feeling of one who has had
something disagreeable suddenly disappear from her life. "What happened
last night?" she asked herself, then smiled as the memory of what had
passed the evening before returned. "I'm so glad," she said half under
her breath.

"Glad of what?" asked Anne, who, wrapped in her kimono, sat sleepily on
the edge of her bed, trying to make up her mind to stay awake.

"That Alberta Wicks came to see me," replied Grace. "I hate quarrels and
misunderstandings, Anne, yet I seem destined to become involved in them.
Do you suppose it is because I have a quarrelsome disposition?" Grace
had slipped out of bed, and, wrapping herself in her bath robe, trotted
across the room and seated herself beside Anne, one arm thrown across
her friend's shoulder.

"Quarrelsome? You are a positive snapping turtle," Anne assured her
gravely. "I am so glad I have only one more year of your detestable
society before me. Now you know the truth. Kill me if you must," she
added in melodramatic tones.

"I'll be merciful and let you live until after Easter," laughed Grace.
"That reminds me, Anne. I am going to ask Ruth to go home with us. I
know she is anxious to talk with Jean, although she wouldn't say so for
the world. She is always in mortal fear of intruding. Arline knows that
I am going to invite Ruth. I'm going there this very morning if I can
manage to hustle down to her room before my biology hour," concluded
Grace, rising from the couch with an energy that nearly precipitated
Anne to the floor. "We forgot to congregate last night after Alberta
went home, it was so late. I'll tell you my plan to-night. But we won't
try to carry it out until after Easter."

Ruth cried a little on Grace's comforting shoulder when, an ho