It is almost dinner time.

Good evening, Miss Sheldon." Once outside Overton Hall her composure took wings and she brushed the thick-gathering tears from her eyes as she hurried blindly across the snow-covered campus in the gray twilight.

She was still smarting under the hurt of the registrar's sharp words.

It was unspeakably humiliating to be told that she had overstepped her authority.

She had thought that Miss Sheldon knew her too well for that.