going home next week and after
Easter it will be too late in the year to bother with entertainments."

"We might give a carnival in the gymnasium next fall," suggested Grace.
"We had a bazaar at home and made over five hundred dollars. If we gave
it early in the fall we would have as much as a thousand dollars on hand
to lend where it was needed. I imagine we can find plenty of places for
it."

"We can be thinking about it through the summer," planned Arline.

That night when Grace reached Wayne Hall she found a letter bearing her
address in the bulletin board at the foot of the stairs. After glancing
curiously at the superscription, Grace tore it open and read:

"To MISS GRACE HARLOWE,
"Wayne Hall,
"Overton.

"MY DEAR MISS HARLOWE:

"I am enclosing a check made payable to you, which I should like
you to accept in behalf of the Semper Fidelis Club. I am greatly
interested in your association and wish to say that at this time
each year as long as the club exists I pledge myself to contribute
the same amount of money. Trusting that the club will continue to
thrive and prosper,

"Yours very truly,

"THOMAS REDFIELD."

Grace lay down the letter and stared at the check with incredulous eyes.
It was for one thousand dollars.

It took but an instant to dart down the hall to Miriam's room, where
Anne had just gone to borrow Miriam's Thesaurus.

"Look, look!" cried Grace, holding the check before Anne's astonished
eyes.

Miriam rose from her chair and peered over Anne's shoulder. "Three
cheers for Mr. Redfield!" she exclaimed. Three cheers for the fairy
godfather of Semper Fidelis!

CHAPTER XXII

CAMPUS CONFIDENCES

After the Easter vacation there seemed very little left of the college
year. Spring overtook the Overton girls unawares, and golf, tennis,
Saturday afternoon picnics and walking tours crowded even basketball off
their schedule. It was delightful just to stroll about the fast-greening
campus arm in arm with one's best friend under the smiling blue of an
April sky. It was ideal weather for planning for the future, but it was
anything but conducive to study.

"It's a good thing we work like mad in the winter," grumbled Elfreda
Briggs, giving her Horace a vindictive little shove that sent it sliding
to the floor. "I can't remember anything now, except that the grass is
green, the sky is blue--"

"Sugar is sweet, and so are