ll day. Will you write the notice to-night?
Oh, did I tell you? I'm going to have my horse here this year. Father
wants me to ride."

"How lovely!" exclaimed Grace with a little sigh. "How I wish I had a
horse. I'd willingly use all my allowance to feed one, if Father could
afford to buy him for me."

"Mabel Ashe has the handsomest horse I ever saw," said Arline. "He is
black as jet. You know I often see her in New York during vacations. We
have ridden together several times."

"You mean Elixir," returned Grace. "I have never seen him, but I have
heard of him. That reminds me, Mabel is coming down here for
Thanksgiving. I received a letter from her yesterday."

"I wish she could come down for the bazaar," sighed Arline regretfully.

"So do I," responded Grace heartily.

At the corner above Wayne Hall Arline left Grace with a warning, "Don't
forget to post that notice." As Grace reached the steps of the Hall the
front door opened and two girls stepped out on the porch, followed by an
alert little figure whose small face wore an expression of malicious
amusement. "Do come again," she was saying in clear, high tones. "I've
heard some very interesting things this afternoon." Looking down,
simultaneously, three pairs of eyes were leveled on Grace and
conversation instantly ceased. Grace walked quietly up the steps and,
with a courteous "good afternoon," passed into the house and up the
stairs to her room. Her face was unusually sober as she slowly pulled
the hatpins from her hat. "How did Miss West happen to meet them?" she
said half aloud.

"Meet whom?" asked Elfreda, who had come into the room in time to hear
Grace's half musing question.

"Oh, Elfreda. How you startled me!" exclaimed Grace.

"How did Miss West meet whom? That's what I am curious to know,"
returned Elfreda, regarding Grace with lively interest.

"Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton, Inquisitive," answered Grace.

"Where did you see them?" asked Elfreda, exhibiting considerable
excitement.

"On the front porch. They had evidently been making a call on Kathleen."

"Then look out," predicted Elfreda. "They began back in the freshman
year with me. Last year it was Laura Atkins and Mildred Taylor. This
year it will be Kathleen West, and you mark my word, she won't reform at
the end of the year as the rest of us did."

"'Quoth the raven, "nevermore",'" laughed Grace.

"Well, you'll see," declared Elfreda gloomily. "I'm sorry Kathleen West
lives her