anged pleasantries with one of the freshmen who had opened the door
for her.

"Oh, Emma," she called, stepping to the door of her office, "will you
come in here, please? I need you."

By the time Grace had finished speaking Emma was standing in the
doorway, peering owlishly at her. "Most Gracious Grace," she salaamed,
"what is your majesty's magnificent pleasure with your worthless and
most despicable dog of a servant?"

"I don't know any such person," laughed Grace. Then, her face sobering,
she plunged into the middle of things with, "What would you say, Emma,
if I were to give half of our quarters to some one else?"

"I'd say that I was lucky to have half of the half that's left," was
Emma's prompt retort.

"You're a dear!" cried Grace impulsively. "I knew you were true blue.
Still, I must tell you all about certain things before you decide. It's
just this way, Emma." Grace began with Miss Ward's call and recounted to
Emma all that had passed between herself and the stranger. Emma listened
without comment until Grace had finished with, "Now tell me what you
think, Emma."

"I think it is positively noble in you to be willing to give up one of
your rooms," emphasized Emma. "As far as I am concerned I'm not a
'chooser.' I'm here because of that same saving grace--it's as much a
part of you as your name--which is reaching out now to put one more girl
in Overton. What can any strictly honorable, four-cornered person say
except, 'I'm with you,' and here's my hand in seal and token of it."

"Thank you, Emma," Grace's quiet words and warm handclasp were eloquent
with appreciation of her friend's unselfish viewpoint, "Suppose we run
upstairs for a moment before luncheon to look around and decide which of
the two rooms we can best do without. And, O, Emma, we'll have room for
a thirty-fourth girl, if she happens along. I never thought of that. In
the face of all that a college education will mean to this girl our
personal comfort rather pales into insignificance."

"Who are we that we should revel in the fleshpots of Overton while the
stranger knocks at our gates?" supplemented Emma. "Now which is it to
be? Shall we say, 'good-bye beloved sitting-room, ne'er shall we behold
thy like again,' or shall we bid fond adieu to the bedroom? I ask but
one concession, let us reserve our nice private bathroom. It has a value
above rubies."

"Of course we'll keep our bathroom. There are three others in the house
of which these n