turning the
matter over in her own mind. "It is rather an unusual idea," she said
slowly, "but I should not be surprised to see it work out well. Among a
number of young women who, aside from the advantages Harlowe House
offers them, are practically dependent upon their own resources you are
sure to find a variety of dispositions, some of them a little warped
from their struggle with poverty. I should say that they could be
reached and understood better by becoming members of this club, which
you propose, than by any other method. Yes, decidedly, it is a good
plan."

Grace remained with the dean until after five o'clock talking earnestly
of her new work. "Oh, dear, I can scarcely wait for the next two weeks
to pass I'm so anxious to begin," she sighed, as she gathered together
her gloves, handkerchief and parasol and rose to go. "Miss Dean will
come to see you to-morrow morning, Miss Wilder. I'll send Miss Reynolds
with her."

The sun was well advanced on his daily pilgrimage down the western sky,
and Grace's usually rapid steps lagged as she crossed the dear familiar
campus. Her eyes strayed lovingly from the green velvety carpeting under
her feet to the red and yellow pennants of autumn which the trees were
flaunting so bravely. It was hard to say at which season of the year
Overton campus was most beautiful. To Grace it was like some familiar
friend who was constantly surprising her with new and endearing virtues.

She gazed across the wide stretch of green toward Morton House. Two
girlish figures were seated on the steps apparently deep in their own
interests. A little farther on she met three sophomores, who,
recognizing her, bowed to her in smiling admiration. Grace stopped and
held out her hand with the frank cordiality which characterized her.
After a pleasant exchange of greetings they passed on greatly elated
over the fact that "that clever Miss Harlowe, who was the most popular
girl at Overton last year," had remembered them.

"We're beginning to gather home," she murmured softly. She was passing
Holland House now, and it brought back delightful memories of Mabel
Ashe. Her glance rested wistfully on the front door. She half expected
to see it open and to see coming toward her the lithe, graceful figure
of the girl whose dainty hands had been the first to grasp hers in
friendly welcome, when, as an untried freshman, she had first set foot
in the land of Overton so long ago. "Mabel," she breathed, "dear, de