Emma accomplished their moving so
quietly that no one in the house knew of the new member the morrow was
to bring. When everything had been put in place Emma declared cheerily
that they would never miss the other room.

At the last moment Grace decided to go in person to the train to meet
Evelyn. The memory of Ida Ward's white patient face haunted her. For her
sake her beloved sister should be cordially welcomed. Grace felt the
deepest respect and sympathy for the older sister.

"Miss Ward said her sister was very pretty," reflected Grace, then she
looked a trifle dismayed. She had received absolutely no other
description of the girl she was to meet. She did not know whether Evelyn
Ward was short or tall, stout or thin, dark or fair. "I'll simply have
to use my eyes and guess," was her mental comment, as she walked briskly
along the station platform just as the train whizzed down the track. Her
alert eyes scanned the nearest car steps where the porter was helping a
crotchety old man to the platform. Behind him, came a stout middle-aged
woman and two children. Grace scanned the next set of steps. Then, far
up the platform she saw a tall, slender, blue-clad figure walking toward
her at a leisurely pace. The girl carried a small handbag and a suit
case. When she came directly opposite Grace she paused, then, after a
deliberate survey, walked forward with outstretched hand. "Aren't you
Miss Harlowe?" she asked sweetly. "If you are, I am Evelyn Ward."

CHAPTER XI

EVELYN WARD, FRESHMAN

Grace found herself looking into one of the most perfect faces she had
ever seen. Evelyn Ward was a blonde of the purest type. Her thick golden
hair lay in shining waves under her small, smart blue hat. Her eyes were
deeply, darkly blue with purple depths, while her skin had the sheen and
texture of pale pink rose leaves. Her small, straight nose,
softly-curved red mouth and delicately-arched dark eyebrows added to the
tender beauty of her face. To Grace she came as a revelation, and, so
far as she could remember, she had never seen any other blonde girl who
approached this one in loveliness.

"How do you do, Miss Ward? I am glad to know you," she said, offering
her hand. She noticed that the slender hand that Evelyn put forth to
meet hers was very soft and white. It had evidently done no hard work
and was in sharp contrast to the rough, work-worn hands of her sister.

"I'm sure I am pleased to know you, Miss Harlowe, and very