d I attend. You will hear some wonderful music, too."

"We went to church here in New York City on Thanksgiving Day, three
years ago," said Grace. "Anne, Miriam and I were visiting the Southards.
We went to a church whose minister had at one time been an actor."

"Oh, yes, I know that church, and I have met the minister. I interviewed
him last fall and then wrote a story about him for the paper. He is a
fine man. I wish I knew Everett Southard and his sister."

"You shall know them as soon as they return from England," promised
Anne. "I am sure they will be pleased to know you."

"I hope so," returned Mabel. "It was a great honor for Mr. Southard to
have such a flattering offer from that great English manager, wasn't
it?"

"Did you know that Anne could have gone with them if she had been
willing to put off her graduation for another year?" asked Miriam.

"I didn't know it, but I'm not surprised," responded Mabel. "Neither
fame nor honor would tempt you to allow your chums to finish the race
without you. Isn't that true, Anne?"

"True as can be," affirmed Anne. "I owe my greatest happiness to them. I
couldn't desert them if I were asked to star in the whole Shakesperian
repertoire." Her brown eyes looked tender loyalty at her three friends
as she made this assertion.

"We couldn't get along without Anne," declared Miriam. "She is our
balance wheel. She doesn't say much, but whatever she says counts."

"How ridiculous!" scoffed Anne. "These self-reliant persons don't need a
balance wheel, Mabel."

"Some of us do," observed Grace, an expression of pain in her fine eyes.

"You don't," contradicted Elfreda pointedly.

Mabel eyed the two girls reflectively. "I'm a mind reader," she
announced. "I understand both of you. After church this morning I am
going to call a general welfare meeting in the library. Our universe
needs regulating." She smiled gayly upon her guests, yet there was a
hint of purpose in her tone as she added: "At least we can exchange
valuable information and get down to cause and effect."

After breakfast, a great scurrying to get ready for church ensued, and
an hour later their big, faithful motor carried them off to the
Thanksgiving service.

"It doesn't seem a bit like Thanksgiving," commented Miriam, as they
sped down Riverside Drive.

"More like Indian summer," observed Patience.

The day was glorious with sunshine. There was hardly a suspicion of
frost in the air and the snowy settin