ver will be
'years old,' she will always be 'years young.' I am so anxious to see
Father and Mother and Mrs. Gray and the girls, but I hate saying
good-bye to Overton. Every year it seems to grow dearer."

"That is because it has been our second home," was Anne's soft
rejoinder.

A knock at the door, followed by a peremptory summons in Elfreda's
voice, "Come on down to breakfast," ended the little talk.

By half-past eight o'clock Grace was on her way toward Main Street, bent
on disposing of her errands with all possible speed. The vision of her
yawning trunk, flanked by piles of clothing waiting patiently to be put
in it, loomed large before her. Later on, keeping her appointment with
Arline, she heroically tore herself from that fascinating young woman's
society and hurried toward Wayne Hall, filled with laudable intentions.
Anne had finished her packing and departed to pay a farewell visit to
Ruth Denton.

"Oh, dear," sighed Grace, "I hate to begin. I suppose I had better put
these heavy things in first." She reached for her heavy blue coat and
sweater, slowly depositing them in the bottom of the trunk. Her raincoat
followed the sweater, and she was in the act of folding her blue serge
dress, when a knock sounded on the door, and the maid proclaimed in a
monotonous voice, "Telegram, Miss Harlowe."

The blue serge dress was thrown into the trunk, and Grace dashed from
the room and down the stairs at the maid's heels. Her father and mother
were Grace's first thought. What if something dreadful had happened to
either of them! The bare idea of a telegram thrilled Grace with
apprehension. Her fingers trembled as she signed the messenger's book
and tore open the envelope. One glance at the telegram and with an
inarticulate cry Grace darted up the stairs and down the hall to her
room. Stopping only long enough to seize her hat, she made for the
stairs, the telegram clutched tightly in her hand. "Oh, if Anne or
Miriam were only here," she breathed, as she paused for an instant at
Mrs. Elwood's gate to look up and down the street, then set off in the
direction of the campus. At the edge of the campus she paused again,
glancing anxiously about her in the vain hope of spying Ruth or Miriam,
then she started across the campus toward Morton House. As she neared
her destination, the front door of the hall opened and a familiar figure
appeared. It was followed by another figure, and with a little
exclamation of satisfaction G