says she imagines Kathleen
must have quite a reputation at Overton by this time. She has. There
isn't a doubt of it."

"Elfreda, be good," admonished Grace, laughing a little.

"Be good, bad child, and let who will be naughty," paraphrased Elfreda
in a piping, affected voice.

"That sounded exactly like Hippy, didn't it?" said Miriam.

Grace and Anne nodded.

"We ought to call her Hippy the Second," suggested Anne.

"Good gracious!" gasped Elfreda, pointing a warning finger at the
mission clock on the wall. "Half-past eight, and here I sit gayly
loitering as though I had nothing else to do. How about chapel this
morning? I know you are going, Miriam. How about you, Grace and Anne?"

"I am," said Anne. "Run along and get your wraps. I'll meet you
downstairs."

After the three girls had gone off to chapel Grace pulled her favorite
chair over to the window and sat down to think things over. First of all
came the disturbing problem of the newspaper girl and Mabel's
invitation. From the tone of the letter it was evident that Mabel knew
nothing of the real state of affairs. Kathleen had maintained a discreet
silence. Grace felt dimly that the hard, self-centered girl had taken at
least one step in the right direction. She had gone from her freshman
year to her paper without telling tales. "I wish she'd hurry and take a
whole lot more," Grace reflected moodily, as she tried to decide whether
to write Mabel, asking her to send Kathleen a separate invitation, or to
take matters into her own hands and deliver the invitation in person. "I
know she won't go if we ask her. I can't settle that to-day. I shall
have to see Patience first. She may be able to suggest something."

Grace passed on to the next worry, which was over her misunderstanding
with Arline. It was so extremely unfortunate that it should have
happened just when they had begun to talk of the Semper Fidelis fancy
dress party. She could not carry out her ideas successfully without
Arline's co-operation and help. After changing her mind several times,
Grace decided to go to Morton House and see Arline.

"It really isn't my place," she ruminated, "but I can't bear to have
Arline angry with me."

Last of all, Grace was troubled over the notice she had read in the
paper concerning "Larry, the Locksmith." She was certain that the man
she had seen in front of the moving picture theatre on the evening of
their little theatre party was none other than the robber i