e and gold over her pretty head, Evelyn
walked to the door, followed by Althea Parker, who, divided between
admiration of Evelyn and fear of being late, was talking rapidly in her
high, excited voice.

"Good night, Miss Harlowe," she nodded.

"Oh, yes, good night," called Evelyn carelessly.

Grace leaned back in her chair and smiled at Evelyn's slightly cavalier
treatment of herself. "How her sister has spoiled her," she mused. "She
treats me as though I were one of the maids. To see her to-night one
would be quite likely to imagine that she, rather than Miss Parker, were
the richest girl in Overton."

A sudden, startled look stole into Grace's eyes. "Why, where--" She
paused as though she had come upon something which did not quite please
her. As a matter of fact it had recurred to her with an unpleasant jolt
that Evelyn was wearing an evening gown entirely too expensive for her
present circumstances. So were her evening coat, her scarf and all the
dainty appointments which so perfectly matched the white silk frock.
Again she recalled that Ida Ward planned and made all her sister's
gowns. Even so, she must have spent considerable money on Evelyn's
evening clothes. Suppose these things were to be noticed and commented
upon by the girls in the house, or by outsiders who knew nothing of the
real source of Evelyn's wardrobe? Suppose some one were ill-natured
enough to say that a girl who could afford such expensive gowns ought to
be able to pay her own expenses and give her place in Harlowe House to
some one more needy. Had not Kathleen asked how Evelyn could afford to
wear such smart clothes?

Yet on the other hand, there was nothing to be done. Grace did not feel
it within her province to take Evelyn to task on the subject of her
wearing apparel. All she could do was to trust that what had perplexed
her would pass unnoticed and uncriticized.

CHAPTER XV

A SEMPER FIDELIS REUNION

"O frabjous day!" rejoiced Emma Dean, using her bath towel as a scarf
and performing a weird dance about the room. "I know I shall go
chortling through my classes this morning in a highly undignified
manner. To think that dear old Semper Fidelis will hold forth again in
the same old haunts! And the most beautiful part is that there will be
no vacant chairs."

Emma's delight was reflected on Grace's face. It was the morning before
Thanksgiving Day and the two young women were preparing to go to
breakfast, full of happy anticip