She is quite likely to tell the registrar that you countenanced her going even though Miss Sheldon didn't." "Oh, she couldn't!" burst forth Grace.
"Why couldn't she ?" demanded Emma.
Grace shook her head.
"I think you are a trifle hard on her, Emma.

I know she is selfish, but I don't believe she is malicious." "I wish I had your faith in people, Grace," said Emma sincerely.

"You always believe them honest until they prove themselves villains, don't you ?" When the next afternoon, Grace received a curt note from Miss Sheldon asking her to come to her office at five o'clock, Emma's prophesy loomed large before her.
"It must be something else," reflected the troubled house mother, as she prepared for her call on Miss Sheldon.

Once in the registrar's office, a quick glance at the older woman's face, set in lines of annoyance, was enough to convince Grace that Emma's conjecture had been only too true.
Evelyn had in some way managed to make her a party to her disobedience.
"Good afternoon, Miss Harlowe," said Miss Sheldon stiffly.

There was no trace of her usual friendly manner.