at the Hall?"

"I'll be at the Hall at two o'clock," promised Ruth.

Filled with commendable determination to finish her packing as speedily
as possible, Grace hurried home and up the stairs, unpinning her hat as
she ran. Dashing into her room, she dropped her hat on her couch, then
stared about her in amazement. The piles of clothing she had left had
disappeared, and, yes, her trunk had also vanished. "Where--" she began,
when the door opened and three figures precipitated themselves upon her.

"Don't say we never did anything for you," cried Elfreda.

"We didn't overlook a single thing," assured Anne.

"It isn't every one who can secure the services of professional trunk
packers."

"'Will you, won't you, will you, won't you,
Come and join the dance?'"

caroled Elfreda off the key, as she did a true mock turtle shuffle
around Grace. Joining hands, the three girls hemmed Grace in and pranced
about her.

"What is going on in here?" demanded Emma Dean, appearing in the
doorway. "Is the mere idea of being seniors going to your heads?"

"I ought to be the one to dance, Emma," laughed Grace. "I went out of
here with my room in chaos and my trunk unpacked, and came back to find
it not only packed but gone. Thank you, girls," she nodded
affectionately to her chums.

"No one exhibited any such tender thoughtfulness for me," commented
Emma. "I had to wrestle with my packing unaided and alone. And how
things do pile up! I could hardly find a place for all my stuff."

"Oh, I almost forgot my great news," cried Grace. Then she produced the
telegram, and a buzz of excited conversation began which lasted until
the luncheon bell rang.

Ruth was punctual to the moment, and after receiving the affectionate
congratulations of the girls, she and Grace started for the station on
the, to Ruth, most eventful errand of her young life.

"How shall I know him, Grace, and how will he know me?" she said
tremulously.

"I don't know," returned Grace rather blankly. "That part of it hadn't
occurred to me. Still, Overton is only a small city, and there won't be
many incoming passengers. It's a case of outgoing passengers this week.
I have an idea that we shall know him," she concluded.

When, at exactly 2:40, the train pulled into the station, two pairs of
eyes were fixed anxiously on the few travelers that left the train.
Suddenly Grace's hand caught Ruth's arm, "There he is! Oh, Ruth, isn't
he splendid? Come on. Don't be