your mind,
before you start lectures."

"I believe I'll go over now. It's only a little after five, and that'll
keep me from answering that family budget until I've calmed down. If you
see any one looking for me, tell them I'll be right straight back. I'll
stop in the library and look up Malcolm's historic record, on my way, so
you may truthfully announce I'm delving into research."

Kit went up the hill road buoyantly. Dearly she loved to set a goal ahead
of her, and then run for it. Delphi had appeared rather barren as a field
for her real endeavor, but now with the opening of school, she could see
her way ahead to conscientiously starting something, which she sincerely
hoped she could finish. Coming along the sidewalk which bounded the campus
on the south, she met Charity on her way back from the post-office.

"This is ever so much better than going up-stairs," Kit said. "Let's walk
around the campus twice, while I unburden my soul."

At the second lap, the whole plan had been matured by Charity's quick
sympathy and understanding.

"And it will do them good, too," she said, as they parted. "That's not the
college spirit by a long shot, and you're perfectly right, Kit, but just
the same it's easier to get it on the girls in this way with a nice
friendly accompaniment of sandwiches, and iced tea, and whatever you do,
Kit, don't breathe one blessed word to anybody. I wouldn't even tell
Marcelle herself that she is to be the guest of honor. She'd run like a
deer, if she even suspected it."

The date of the Founders' Tea was set for the following Saturday. Kit
evolved the invitations herself and wrote them on blank cards, as she
remembered doing back at the Cove in the days of opulence and
entertainment.

_Saturday, October Second, Three to Five_.

You are invited to attend a Founders' Tea, Douglas Dormitory,
Hope College, Miss Allen's Study.

"Diffident, modest and correct," quoth Kit, critically, when she showed
them to Anne. "Now, what are you going to eat, Anne? Isn't there something
besides just plain tea? Couldn't we fix up some kind of glorified
lemonade?"

"I've got it all down," answered Anne. "Grape juice, ginger ale and
lemons. It's wonderful, and six kinds of sandwiches. Cheese with pimento,
and cheese with chopped walnuts, lettuce and egg, chopped raisins with
beaten white of egg, and raspberry jam and cream cheese, sardine on
lettuce with mayonnaise and deviled ham, with macaroons on