A DISQUIETING THOUGHT When half way across the campus the two young women encountered Evelyn Ward.

The cold crisp November air had deepened the pink in her cheeks to living rose.

Her violet eyes fairly blazed with light and sparkle, and her wonderful golden hair peeped in fascinating little curls from under her gray velour hat.

She wore a three-quarter length gray coat, cut in the smartest fashion, and a passing glance at her would have left one with the impression that she was in affluent circumstances.
"How can a girl who can't afford to pay her college expenses wear such smart clothes ?" was Kathleen's appraising comment after they had passed Evelyn, who nodded to them in condescending fashion.
"Her sister, Ida, makes them.

She told me so when she came here to ask me to take Miss Ward into Harlowe House.