To be escorted to the reception by the most popular girl in college was an honor of which she had never dreamed.

Only a few days before she had resigned all hope of even going, but through the magic of Grace Harlowe she was among the elect.

For almost the first time in her self-centered young life, she was swept by a wholly generous impulse to do the best that lay within her in college if only for Grace's sake.
While she listened to Mabel's gay sallies, answering them almost shyly, her mind was on the debt of gratitude she owed Grace, who, without mentioning her visit to Alberta Wicks, had assured her that she had made inquiry and found that the letter was not the work of the sophomore class as a body.

Grace had refused to voice even a suspicion regarding the writer's identity, but had so strongly advised Elfreda to pay no attention to the cowardly warning, but attend the reception as though nothing had happened, that the stout girl had taken her advice.
Grace was now quietly jubilant over the way things had turned out.

She was so glad Mabel had chosen Elfreda.