t noisy,
nervous, nosing, messy, meddlesome, moping, miserable, growling,
grumbling, grouchy, greedy, galloping, galumphing Emma Dean to room with
me?'"

"I don't know any such person," denied Grace, laughing merrily at Emma's
remarkable self-arraignment. "It sounds more like a Thesaurus than a
category of your failings, Emma. Come along. We mustn't keep this man
waiting."

Emma dutifully climbed into the automobile. "One never knows what will
happen next," she remarked naively as they seated themselves in the car.
"I feel as Cinderella must have felt when she was suddenly whisked off
to the ball by her fairy godmother. By the way, Grace, how is Mrs. Gray,
the fairy godmother of Harlowe House?"

"I've been so busy coaxing you to come and live with me, I forgot to
tell you that she and I were down here in August, and who do you suppose
we had as a visitor?"

"Arline Thayer?" asked Emma.

"No; but that wasn't a bad guess. J. Elfreda was with us."

"Bless her!" Emma's exclamation told plainly of her affection for the
one-time stout girl. "Was she as funny as ever?"

"Every bit. She kept Mrs. Gray and I in a perpetual state of laughter.
She's going to study law in New York City, and she's promised to come to
Overton for Thanksgiving. Arline Thayer and Mabel Ashe are coming too.
We'll have a great celebration."

"I'm certainly glad I'm here," sighed Emma, contentedly. "There seems to
be a prospect of one continuous round of pleasure."

"I'm glad you are here too," nodded Grace. "You don't know how queerly I
felt to-day when I stepped off the train without seeing a soul I knew. I
suppose there are a number of girls here, although it's early. Classes
won't be called for at least a week or more. We'll surely see some
familiar spirits soon. There are Patience Eliot, Kathleen West, Laura
Atkins, Mildred Evans, Violet Darby, Myra Stone and ever so many others
still due in the land of Overton."

"Why, that's so," declared Emma, her eyes bright with the prospect of
seeing her Overton friends. "Do you know, Grace, I'm ashamed to say I
hadn't really considered those girls. All along I've thought about the
Sempers and how strange and gray everything would seem without them."

"I know it," sighed Grace. "I've felt exactly the same. Anne, Miriam,
Arline, Ruth, Elfreda and you were my absent crushes, but now you are a
present one, and next to you comes Patience Eliot. She always seemed
like a senior. I think I'm going to lov