upon Kathleen and
Patience. Incidentally we can pay our respects to Laura Atkins and
Mildred Taylor. If they aren't busy we might have a quiet celebration
just for auld lang syne at Vinton's. We can be home by ten o'clock."

"All right," agreed Emma, who knelt on the floor, her glasses pushed
above her forehead, wrestling valiantly with a refractory strap of her
suit case. A moment and she had buckled it into place with a triumphant
cluck. "There, that won't have to be done at the last minute. Shall I
telephone the girls that we are coming? It's after seven now."

"Yes, do."

Emma left the room returning shortly.

"They are all at home. The sooner we reach Wayne Hall the sooner the
celebration will begin," she reminded.

"Then we'll go at once."

Five minutes later the two young women were on their way across the
campus. As they neared Wayne Hall a limousine passed containing Miss
Hilton, Althea Parker and a freshman friend of Evelyn's. Althea was
driving. She bowed curtly to Grace and Emma as her car whizzed by them.

"They are going for Evelyn, I suppose," commented Emma.

"Yes. Oh, bother!" exclaimed Grace, "I've forgotten a letter to Arline
which I must mail to-night. Will you wait until I go back for it?"

With light feet Grace sped across the campus, letting herself into the
house with her latch key. As she stepped into the hall, a buzz of voices
caused her eyes to be fixed on the living-room. Through the parted
curtains she saw a dazzling figure which was standing in the middle of
the living room, surrounded by a group of admiring girls.

It was Evelyn, looking like some wonderful fairy vision in a gown of
apricot satin and chiffon, embroidered with exquisite little sprays of
tiny rosebuds. The excitement of wholesale admiration had deepened the
blue of her eyes to violet and her usual expression of bored
indifference had changed to one of intense animation, due to her love of
adulation. Grace watched her fascinatedly for a moment, then,
remembering that Emma was waiting for her, she hurried on upstairs for
her letter and out of the house, unobserved by the group of girls in the
living room.

"Was I gone long?" she asked as she rejoined her friend. "I stopped for
a minute in the hall to look at Evelyn Ward. She was posing in the
middle of the living room for the benefit of an admiring populace. She
is going to the Gamma Kappa Phi dance. Miss Hilton and Miss Parker and
some of our girls composed the p