"Whatever it is, you are ready for it." As Grace entered the dean's office that morning a vague feeling of apprehension rose within her.

The dean, a stately, dark-haired woman with a rather forbidding expression, which disappeared the moment she smiled, glanced up with a flash of approval at the fine, resolute face of the gray-eyed girl who walked straight to her and said firmly, "Good morning, Miss Wilder." "Good morning, Miss Harlowe," returned the dean quietly.

Then picking up a letter that lay on the middle of her desk, she said gravely: "I received a very peculiar letter this morning, Miss Harlowe, and as it concerns not only you, but a number of your friends as well, I thought it better to send for you.

You may throw light upon what at present seems obscure." Grace mechanically stretched forth her hand for the open letter and read:-- "When giving an entertainment in any of the halls or in the gymnasium, is it not usually customary, not to say courteous, to ask permission of the president of the college or the dean beforehand?
The young women whose names appear on the enclosed list evidently do not consider any such permission necessary.
For the past week preparations for a bazaar have been going briskly forward, to be held in the gymnasium on the evening of November ----.

For inside information inquire of Miss Harlowe.
"A WELL WISHER." Grace read the note through twice, then, looking squarely at the dean, she said: "May I see the enclosed list ?" The dean handed her a smaller slip of paper on which appeared the names of the girls who had been present at the meeting in her room.