his incubus,
which isn't at all likely, the eldest daughter of the noble house of
Dean will have to hustle indefinitely for her board and keep.

"To go back a little, as soon as I noticed how worried Father looked,
and after I surprised Mother crying one day, I made them tell me all
about it. I wrote straight to Professor Morton. He helped me secure the
position of assistant in English, and here I am. I haven't the least
idea where I'm going to live either. I'd love to go back to Wayne Hall,
but I'm afraid I couldn't preserve a proper attitude of dignity there.
You know my failings. Beverly Place is a house given over to teachers. I
thought I'd try there first. I hope it won't be too expensive. I expect
to send some money home this year."

Grace had listened attentively to Emma's recital. What a splendid girl
Emma was! She had not tried to dodge Life and his inseparable comrades,
Trouble and Hard Work. Instead, she had walked out courageously,
fearlessly, to meet them with smiling lips and a merry heart. Grace was
already enlivened by the prospect of having this free-hearted, jolly
classmate with her during the college year now opening.

"How I wish you could live near me, Emma," she said longingly. Then she
stared at her friend with wide-open eyes, the expression of which
betokened the birth of an amazing idea. "Why--you can," she declared.
"I've just thought of the nicest way. Will you come, Emma? Will you?"

"It depends on the exact spot where the pleasure of my company is
requested," returned Emma waggishly. "If it is to Kamptchatka--no, most
decidedly. I have no insane craving for life among the heathen, and that
'no' includes the Malay Archipelago and darkest Africa. It's too cold in
Greenland and I couldn't countenance terrible Thibet, but if it's any
place nearer home, say Hunter's Rock or Vinton's, I'll be delighted."

Grace laughed happily. "It's a place you haven't guessed or thought of,"
she replied. "I want you to come to Harlowe House and room with me,
Emma. I'm going to have lots of room, a whole suite. There's a
sitting-room, a bedroom and a bath. I need some one to help me and I'd
rather have you than any one else I know. Won't you say 'yes'? Please,
please, do."

Emma regarded Grace with a look of one who could not believe the
evidence of her own ears. "Oh--I couldn't--it wouldn't be right to
impose upon you. I'd love to, but--"

"Wait until you see Harlowe House before you make up your mind no