Glancing at the little clock on the chiffonier she exclaimed in dismay.

They had overslept, and there was barely time to dress and eat breakfast before chapel.
"Oh, dear," lamented Grace as she slipped into her one-piece gown of pink linen, "now I can't go to see Mabel until after luncheon.

How provoking!" But it was still more provoking to find, when she called at Holland House, late that afternoon, that Mabel Ashe had made a dinner engagement with several seniors and had just left the house.

"What had I better do about it ?" Grace asked herself.

"Shall I put it off until to-morrow or shall I take matters into my own hands?
It's only four days now until the reception, and those girls may do a great deal of talking during that time." She paused on the steps of Holland House and looked across the campus toward Stuart Hall.