Grace's face grew hot with shame at her own unworthiness of spirit.
"Why don't you finish ?" asked Emma Dean with good-natured impatience.
"What ought we to do?
We shall never know unless you speak and tell us." The steady light in Grace Harlowe's gray eyes deepened.

Her moment of temptation had passed.

Her love of fair play had conquered.

"Include the whole college, by all means.

Let us make it an Overton rather than a class affair, and let us call a meeting of the senior class to-morrow afternoon," she said.