ck. I wish
you'd remind me that I must call on Mabel Ashe this week. In fact, all
three of us ought to go over to Holland House."

The next day, however, Anne remembered regretfully that she had promised
to help a troubled freshman through the mazes of an especially trying
trigonometry lesson, while Miriam had a theme to write which she had
neglected until the last minute, and had to rush through on record time.

"You're a set of irresponsible young things who don't know your own mind
from one minute to the next," laughed Grace. "As I can't very well go
walking alone, I'll make my call on Mabel."

Directly after dinner she set out for Holland House and Mabel's
delighted: "I'm so glad you came, Grace. Where have you been keeping
yourself?" sounded very sweet to Grace, who adored Mabel and outside of
her own particular chums liked her better than any other girl she knew
at home or in college. The two young women were deep in conversation
when a rap sounded at the door. Mabel opened it, looked inquiringly at
the girl who stood outside and exclaimed contritely: "Oh, Helen, I'm so
sorry I forgot all about you. I'll get ready this minute. Come in. Miss
Harlowe, this is Miss Burton. Grace, I wonder if you will mind making a
call to-night. I promised Helen I'd take her down to Wellington House
and introduce her to a junior friend of mine who plays golf. Helen is a
golf fiend."

"So am I," laughed Grace. "I brought my golf bag to Overton, but didn't
play much in the fall. I'm going to try it, though, as soon as the
ground is in shape."

"How nice!" exclaimed Helen Burton, with a friendly smile that lighted
up her rather plain face and brought the dimples to her cheeks. "We can
have some nice times together. You had better come with us now."

"Thank you, I shall be pleased to go," replied Grace politely. "I have
never been in Wellington House. It is an upper class house, isn't it?"

"Yes," replied Mabel. "It is given up entirely to juniors and seniors.
It is the oldest house on the campus, and very difficult to get into.
Personally, I like Holland House better. I had an opportunity to get
into Wellington House last fall, but refused it." Grace noted that Mabel
frowned slightly and set her lips as though determined to shut out an
unpleasant memory.

To reach Wellington House was merely a matter of crossing one end of the
campus. Grace looked about her curiously as they were ushered into the
long, old-fashioned hall that e