rslept and missed her first recitation yesterday morning.
She came down to the dining-room long after breakfast was over. Susan
was rather upset over having to serve an extra breakfast. I was obliged
to tell Miss Ward that if it occurred again she would have to abide by
the consequences of her own tardiness. I can't impose upon the servants
to please a girl who has no thought for any one except herself."

Grace spoke rather bitterly. Her early disappointment in Evelyn Ward had
deepened as the time passed.

"I don't hear a sound from her room," commented Emma, who sat before the
dressing-table brushing her long hair. With hair brush poised in the air
she listened intently. "She is dead to the world."

"Then I'll have to waken her," sighed Grace.

Stepping out into the hall she knocked lightly on Evelyn's door.
Receiving no response she knocked again, this time with more force.

"Come in," called a sleepy voice.

Grace turned the knob. Sure enough, Evelyn lay comfortably back on her
pillow, her wonderful golden hair falling in long, loose waves about
her. Her beauty now made little impression upon Grace, who knew only too
well the tantalizing, troublesome spirit that lay behind it. "It is
almost eight o'clock, Miss Ward. Remember, breakfast is over at nine."

"I know it," responded Evelyn with maddening sweetness. She eyed Grace
speculatively, but made no effort to rise.

Without further words Grace closed the door. She did not wish to betray
her annoyance. She had experienced a wild desire to march over to the
bed and drag the complacent freshman forth from it by the shoulders.

When Evelyn descended to the dining-room she found that most of the
girls had eaten breakfast and gone off to chapel. Happening to recall
that she had not attended the morning services for a week, and with
visions of her unsigned chapel card staring her in the face, she ate a
hurried breakfast and was about to depart when her eyes happened to rest
upon the bulletin board in the hall around which were gathered several
girls. Pausing, Evelyn read Grace's notice. It asked the members of
Harlowe House to be in the living room at five o'clock that afternoon
for the discussion of a most important subject.

"I wonder what it is," said Nettie Weyburn, lively curiosity
overspreading her usually placid face.

"I think I know," volunteered Mary Reynolds. "Miss Harlowe was telling
me only last night that she wishes to organize a club of just Harlo