frank smile that was reflected on the tall
young woman's face.

"No, I am not one of the weeping kind," she declared sturdily. "I come
of good, old, undaunted New England stock. My name is Patience Eliot and
I live just outside Boston. I might as well tell you all about myself in
the first place, because I decided at breakfast that I liked you. I know
your Christian name because I heard your friends addressing you as
"Grace" this morning, but I don't know your surname."

"I am Grace Harlowe, at your service," replied Grace lightly, "and it is
always gratifying to be liked. I saw you last night when you arrived. I
was entertaining a crowd of girls, and, of course, we couldn't resist
running to the window when one of the girls happened to see the bus
stopping in front of the house."

"Were you at the window?" asked Miss Eliot unconcernedly. "I didn't see
you. In fact, I wasn't thinking of anything but getting into my room and
to bed. I had been on the train long enough to become thoroughly tired
of it. It was two hours late, too. We should have arrived at Overton at
half-past seven, but it was half-past nine when the train pulled into
the Overton station."

"You must have been very tired," sympathized Grace. "I hope you rested
well last night. If there is anything I can do for you in the way of
showing you to the registrar's office or wherever you may wish to go, I
shall be only too glad to do so. My first recitation happens to be at
ten o'clock this morning, so I have plenty of time."

"My first duty lies before me," returned Miss Eliot grimly, pointing to
the floor. "I think you had better direct me to a store where I can
replace this. If I ask Mrs. Elwood to set a price on it, she will cheat
herself."

"Why, how did you know that?" asked Grace in surprise. "You only saw her
for a few minutes last night."

"That was long enough to discover several things concerning her greatly
to her credit," was the calm answer. "However, as you have been so kind
as to offer to direct me, I think I will ask you to take me to the
registrar's office. She has been expecting me ever since college opened.
I imagine she has given me up by this time." Stepping over the wreck of
broken china to the closet, she took her hat from its hook on the inner
side of the door, and, putting it on without glancing into the mirror,
announced herself in readiness to depart. "I'll lock the door on this
wreck and have it removed when I return," she sa