it to Alberta Wicks, had assured her that she had made
inquiry and found that the letter was not the work of the sophomore
class as a body. Grace had refused to voice even a suspicion regarding
the writer's identity, but had so strongly advised Elfreda to pay no
attention to the cowardly warning, but attend the reception as though
nothing had happened, that the stout girl had taken her advice.

Grace was now quietly jubilant over the way things had turned out. She
was so glad Mabel had chosen Elfreda. "I wonder how she knew," she said
half aloud.

"How who knew, and what did she know?" inquired Frances quickly.

"Nothing," replied Grace, in sudden confusion. "I was just wondering."

"I know what you were wondering and I'll tell you. A certain junior who
is a friend of a certain sophomore told Mabel certain things."

"Frances, you are a wizard!" exclaimed Grace in a low tone. "How did you
know of what I was thinking?"

"The question is," replied Frances, "do you understand me?"

"I think I know who the sophomore is," hesitated Grace, "but I don't
understand about the junior."

"And I can't tell you," replied Frances gravely. "I can only say that
Mabel likes you very much, Grace, and that a certain junior who is fond
of Mabel is jealous of your friendship. Both Mabel and I admire your
stand in the other matter. You are measuring up to college standards, my
dear, and I am sure you will be an honor to 19----."

Frances finished her flattering prediction just as they stepped inside
the doorway of the gymnasium. Before Grace had time to reply they found
themselves among a bevy of daintily gowned girls that were forming in
line to pay their respects to the president of the sophomore class and
five of her classmates who formed the receiving party. After this
formality was over the girls walked about the gymnasium, admiring the
decorations. Mabel Ashe was fairly overwhelmed by her admirers. It
seemed to Grace as though she attracted more attention than the
receiving party itself. It was: "Mabel, dear, dance the first waltz with
me;" "Come and drink lemonade with us, Queen Mab," and "Why, you dear
Mabel, I might have known the sophomores couldn't get along without
you."

"She knows every girl in college, I believe," remarked Anne to Edith
Allen, as Mabel stood laughing and talking animatedly, the center of an
admiring group.

"Every one loves her from the faculty down," replied Edith. "She hadn't
been here six weeks