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running out, for the students found the delicious home-made caramels
quite to their taste and they grew daily more popular.

The Harlowe House girls were extremely proud of the growing fund in the
treasury. One and all, with the exception of Evelyn Ward, they begged so
earnestly to be initiated into the mysteries of caramel making that they
were sworn to secrecy at a special meeting of the club and divided into
caramel-making squads. It was also decided to make candy only twice a
week, on Wednesday and Friday evenings, and set Thursday and Saturday as
the days for selling the caramels, which were put up in neat half-pound
and pound boxes.

But while this little enterprise was being carried on with a will Evelyn
was merely an indifferent onlooker. True she belonged to one squad of
the candy makers, but she usually managed to be absent when they worked.
Apparently she was not interested in the financial affairs of the
Harlowe House Club. For a week or more after the check from Semper
Fidelis had been handed to her she had maintained toward Grace an
attitude of sweet gratitude, too flattering to be wholly sincere. It had
gradually disappeared, however, and the old Evelyn had come to the
surface again. Although she was now careful not to offend openly, Grace
felt that underneath the thin veneer of reluctant gratitude lay the old
dislike which she was sure Evelyn felt for her. In spite of her efforts
to judge this strange selfish girl dispassionately Grace knew in her
heart that she still disapproved of Evelyn.

The first week in February found Grace looking forward to her week end
in New York City. She had arranged to leave Overton on Friday at noon,
and on Friday morning she opened her eyes with that feeling of
exultation over something delightful just around the corner from her.
Then she remembered. In a few hours she would again be with her beloved
friends. She went about her work that morning humming under her breath.
As she was to take the eleven-thirty train she had said a regretful
good-bye to Emma before the latter went to her classes. "How I wish you
were going with me, Emma," she had sighed. Emma's eyes had grown wistful
for an instant, then she had launched forth into a multitude of pompous
and wholly ridiculous reasons why her presence was needed at Harlowe
House that made Grace laugh, and, for the time, banished the shadow from
her face.

Later as she climbed into the taxicab that was to take her to the