ney you owe Semper Fidelis and
your college expenses too."

Grace's sensible, practical, words, went far toward restoring Evelyn to
her normal self. The two young women talked long and earnestly. It was
after eleven o'clock when Evelyn rose to go to her room.

"I'll prove to you that I am worthy of your trust," she said with
shining eyes. "I'll make you and Ida proud of me yet."

After she had gone to her room Grace sat for a little, her hands idly
folded, her thoughts on the girl who had found herself after many false
starts. How glad she was that everything had turned out so beautifully,
thanks to Kathleen's chance meeting with Evelyn. What a power for good
Kathleen had become. Yes, college was really the place where one
eventually found oneself. And now her first year of work was almost
over. Another week and she would be back in dear old Oakdale. With the
thought of home Tom Gray's earnest, boyish face rose before her. It cast
a faint shadow on the pleasure of the coming reunion with her family and
friends. She hated to feel that she was making Tom unhappy, yet she was
equally certain that, with her, work still came first.

"I can't give up my work," she said aloud.

"Well, who said you should?" demanded Emma Dean's matter-of-fact tones.
The door stood partly open and Emma had entered just in time to hear
Grace's emphatic utterance.

"Has the prodigal returned?"

"She has," smiled Grace. Grace recounted what had taken place that
evening. "Isn't it wonderful how college helps these girls to find
themselves, Emma?" she asked when she had finished her recital.

"College and Grace Harlowe," declared Emma.

"You mustn't say that," Grace colored and shook her head in emphatic
denial.

"Oh, yes, I must, because it is the truth," insisted Emma. "Dear
Loyalheart, your Highway of Life led you back into the Land of College,
didn't it?"

Grace nodded. "I'm going to stay in the Land of College too, Emma. I was
just thinking about it when you came in. That was what made me say, 'I
can't give up my work.'"

"Overton needs you, and Harlowe House needs you, and Emma Dean needs
you, but are you sure that some one else does not need you more than we
do?" questioned Emma slyly.

"That's three to one, Emma, and the majority rules," evaded Grace. "Will
you be my roommate, mentor and comforter next year?"

"Most Gracious Grace, I will, and there's my hand on it."

How fully Emma Dean kept her promise and what Grace's se