ew girls can have the use. As long as the bathroom opens
into both rooms, I shall bolt the door leading into the room we give
Miss Ward. That may appear a trifle inhospitable on the surface, but I
wish to keep what is left of our apartment as secluded as possible,"
ended Grace, opening the door into the sitting-room. "Now, which shall
it be, Emma?"

Emma prowled contemplatively about the suite, her hands in her coat
pockets, her glasses pushed far over her nose. Finally she paused before
Grace. Settling her glasses at their proper angle she said earnestly, "I
don't wish to seem selfish, Grace, but really I think you are entitled
to the sitting-room. It's larger and lighter. It's more attractive in
every way. I am not thinking of myself in this matter, I am thinking of
you. You are the brains and brawn of Harlowe House, therefore you must
be made comfortable if you are to do good work here. The other room is
easily large enough to accommodate two girls. It is larger than the
rooms we occupied at Wayne Hall."

"I know it." Grace strolled reflectively through the open bathroom door
and on into the bedroom. When she returned, she had decided. "You are
right, Emma. I don't believe it would be selfish to keep this room. Now
how shall we furnish it?"

"Don't ask me to decide that," protested Emma. "I feel as though I ought
to pack my belongings and go to one of the faculty houses, Grace. It
isn't fair to you for me to stay here and be a cumberer of your room."

"Emma Dean, if you do!" Grace caught Emma by the shoulders and proceeded
to shake her.

"Wait! Stop!" implored Emma. "My glasses! And lenses cost money!"

"Will you stay?" demanded a relentless voice. The shaking continued, but
gently.

"I will. That is, I'll have to, or pay the oculist."

Grace's hands fell from Emma's shoulders.

"I didn't want to pack and go," confessed Emma, "but I was trying to be
as fair to you as you are to every one else."

"It wouldn't be one bit fair in you to leave me. You promised to see me
through, you know," reproached Grace.

"So I did, and so I will," declared Emma, "I take back all I said. From
now on I am as much of a fixture here as the kitchen range or the window
seat."

Grace laughed at Emma's absurd declaration. "I couldn't let you go,
Emma. You are too good a comrade. Now let me think. I'll have my
dressing table brought in here, but, in order to make a combination
sitting and sleeping room of this, we will have to