competition worth
remembering?" proposed Elfreda, a peculiar expression in her shrewd
eyes. "I mean that the cast would be chosen from the senior class, but
the author might be any girl in college."

No one answered for a moment. "I don't believe," began Emma doubtfully,
"that we----What do you say, Grace? Of course, we shall be obliged to
call a special class meeting, but we can decide now just how to word our
proposal. Whatever you decide will suit us."

Grace's glance had remained fixed upon Elfreda as though trying to read
her thoughts. What did Elfreda have in mind! Then it dawned upon Grace
with unpleasant force. "She wants Kathleen West to have a chance to
compete." Then, "If I say I think we ought to keep the contest in the
senior class, the girls will agree with me. This is my chance. She would
dearly love to enter a contest of this kind. Very well. I'll see that
she doesn't enter it." For the first time in her life Grace's resentment
blinded her sense of fairness. Her lips tightened unpleasantly.

"I say that we ought to----"

But Grace did not finish her sentence. Swift and overwhelming came the
conviction that here perhaps lay the means by which Kathleen might come
into a knowledge of the real Overton spirit. In writing the play, for
Grace felt certain that the newspaper girl would enter the lists, she
might gain what her classmates had been powerless to give her. Grace's
face grew hot with shame at her own unworthiness of spirit.

"Why don't you finish?" asked Emma Dean with good-natured impatience.
"What ought we to do? We shall never know unless you speak and tell us."

The steady light in Grace Harlowe's gray eyes deepened. Her moment of
temptation had passed. Her love of fair play had conquered. "Include the
whole college, by all means. Let us make it an Overton rather than a
class affair, and let us call a meeting of the senior class to-morrow
afternoon," she said. "Let us settle it as soon as possible."

"I'll write a notice the moment I finish my supper," declared Emma.
"Come upstairs to my room, all of you, and watch me write it. I can
always write better if I have an audience; provided it is a kindly,
uncritical audience," she added, casting a significant glance toward
Elfreda, who beamed on Emma as one who has received a compliment.

As they were leaving the dining room a little later, Grace felt a plump
hand catch one of hers. She turned to find Elfreda's gaze bent earnestly
upon her. Th