"But perhaps I can enter the year after.
I can't give up the idea of being in the same college with you." "Don't give up yet, dear," Grace pressed Anne's hand.

"Maybe the unexpected will happen." The girls separated at the corner and went their separate ways, Anne with the conviction that there was no use in wishing for the impossible and Grace deploring the fact that Anne was too proud to accept any help from her friends.
As Grace was about to curl herself up in a big chair before the fire that night with "Richard Carvel" in one hand and a box of peanut brittle in the other, she was startled by a loud ringing of the bell.

Going to the door she beheld Anne who was fairly wriggling with excitement.

Her cheeks were flushed and her dark eyes were like stars.
"Oh, Grace," she cried.

"The unexpected has happened!" "What are you talking about, Anne ?" exclaimed Grace laughing.