. He is such a dear brother and I
haven't seen him for four years. To see somebody who knows him so well
is next best thing to seeing himself."

"He is an awfully fine fellow," said Mr. Hill heartily, "and I'm
delighted to have met the 'little sister' he used to talk so much
about. I want you to come ever and meet my mother and sister. They
have heard me talk so much about Max that they think almost as much
of him as I do, and they will be glad to meet his sister."

Mrs. Hill, a handsome, dignified lady who was one of the chaperones of
the prom, received Grace warmly, while Beatrice Hill, an extremely
pretty, smartly gowned girl, made her feel at home immediately.

"You came with Sid, didn't you?" she whispered. "Sid is so sly--he
never tells us whom he is going to take anywhere. But when I saw you
come in with him I knew I was going to like you, you looked so jolly.
And you're really the sister of that splendid Dr. Seeley who saved
Murray's life last summer? And to think you've been at Payzant nearly
a whole term and we never knew it!"

"Well, how have you enjoyed our prom, Miss Seeley?" asked Sid, as they
walked home together under the arching elms of the college campus.

"Oh! it was splendid," said Grace enthusiastically. "Everybody was so
nice. And then to meet someone who could tell me so much about Max! I
must write them home all about it before I sleep, just to calm my head
a bit. Mother and the girls will be so interested, and I must send Lou
and Mab a carnation apiece for their scrapbooks."

"Give me one back, please," said Sid. And Grace with a little blush,
did so.

That night, while Grace was slipping the stems of her carnations and
putting them into water, three little bits of conversation were being
carried on which it is necessary to report in order to round up this
story neatly and properly, as all stories should be rounded up.

In the first place, Beatrice Hill was saying to Sidney, "Oh, Sid, that
Miss Seeley you had at the prom is a lovely girl. I don't know when
I've met anyone I liked so much. She was so jolly and friendly and she
didn't put on learned airs at all, as so many of those Payzant girls
do. I asked her all about herself and she told me, and all about her
mother and sisters and home and the lovely times they had together,
and how hard they worked to send her to college too, and how she
taught school in vacations and 'roomed' herself to help along. Isn't
it so brave and plucky of h