cted the troubled house mother, as she
prepared for her call on Miss Sheldon. Once in the registrar's office, a
quick glance at the older woman's face, set in lines of annoyance, was
enough to convince Grace that Emma's conjecture had been only too true.
Evelyn had in some way managed to make her a party to her disobedience.

"Good afternoon, Miss Harlowe," said Miss Sheldon stiffly. There was no
trace of her usual friendly manner. "I sent for you this afternoon for
the purpose of clearing up any misunderstanding you may have in regard
to your authority here at Overton. The students in the various houses
are in every instance subject to the rules of Overton College, and it is
the purpose of the faculty to see that these rules are enforced. You
have no authority to grant a student leave of absence, particularly
after that permission has been refused by me."

Then there followed a further sharp reprimand to which Grace listened
gravely, her calm, gray eyes never for an instant leaving Miss Sheldon's
face. Something in the younger woman's composure had its effect upon the
registrar, who, on first seeing Grace, had allowed her displeasure free
rein. She looked searchingly into the quiet face before her and said
more gently, "Perhaps I should have asked you to tell me your side of
the story, before condemning you, Miss Harlowe."

Ah, so there was another side of the story! It was apparently as Emma
had said.

Tears of hurt pride burned behind Grace's eyes, but they never fell.
With a brave effort she steadied her voice. "I do not know what has been
said to you, Miss Sheldon, but I do know that I have never given any
girl at Harlowe House leave of absence from Overton. I would not presume
to do so. I hope I understand the limit of my authority too clearly to
overstep it."

"Then you did not take Miss Ward with you to New York City last Friday
afternoon?"

"Miss Ward was with me on the train and shared my seat, but until I met
her in the station I had not the remotest idea that she intended to go.
I dislike to tell you this, Miss Sheldon, but since you have asked me
this question I can only tell you the truth."

"I am sorry I spoke so hastily, Miss Harlowe," apologized Miss Sheldon,
"but I was greatly displeased. I have sent for Miss Ward. Will you wait
until she comes? You need not unless you wish to do so."

"Thank you," said Grace, a shade of offended dignity in her voice, "but
I must go back to Harlowe House. It i