e. I thought we were going to have a peaceful year. But every
fall apparently brings its problem. Really, Grace, I can't help feeling
terribly remorseful to think that it is I who have caused all this
trouble. If I hadn't been such an idiot when I first came here, you and
Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton might at least be on speaking terms."

"You mustn't think about such ancient history, Elfreda," admonished
Grace. "We all do things for which we are afterward sorry. I daresay I
should have offended those two girls in some other way before my
freshman year was over. Both sides were to blame. I suppose we were
naturally antagonistic."

"That is one way of putting it," muttered Elfreda, scowling over her
past misdeeds.

"Come, come, Elfreda, don't glower over what has been forgotten," smiled
Grace, patting Elfreda's plump shoulder.

"You may forget," declared the stout girl solemnly, "but I never shall."

CHAPTER IX

OPENING THE BAZAAR

It was Saturday afternoon, and the Semper Fidelis bazaar had just been
opened. Grace Harlowe, attired in her gypsy costume, for which she had
sent home, stood watching the gay scene, her eyes glowing with interest
and pleasure. Professor Morton, the president of the college, had set
his seal of approval on the bazaar by making a short speech. Then the
dean had added a word or two, and the applause had died away in a
pleasant hum of conversation that arose from the throng of students and
visitors that more than comfortably filled the gymnasium.

"I don't see how those girls managed to accomplish so much in so short a
time," remarked the dean to Miss Duncan. "I understand Miss Harlowe was
a prime mover in the work."

"Yes," replied Miss Duncan. "Miss Harlowe seems to have plenty of
initiative. She is one of the most active members of this new club, who
have taken upon themselves the responsibility of helping needy students
through college. I understand their treasury is already in a flourishing
condition, thanks to their own efforts and a timely contribution they
received after their concert last spring. I consider Miss Harlowe the
finest type of young woman I have encountered during all my years of
teaching," replied Miss Duncan warmly, which was a remarkable statement
from this rather austere teacher.

"The junior class is particularly rich in good material," replied the
dean. "I could name at least a dozen young women whom I consider
splendid types of the ideal Overton g