"There is only one thing I can say, and I've said it hundreds of times before, You are the dearest father and mother a girl ever had." * * * * * It was rather a silent quartette that gathered for the last time in Grace's room that night.

Emma Dean had left Overton on the evening train.

So had Patience Eliot, Kathleen West and Laura Atkins.

The sophomores of Wayne Hall had departed before commencement, and to-night the house was very quiet.
"And to-morrow is another day," observed Elfreda.
"So it is, my child," agreed Miriam, "but we shall spend it on the train." "Do you remember one day, ages ago, when Elfreda Briggs deposited her suit case on Grace Harlowe's feet and made herself comfortable.

Wasn't I a vandal ?" "Think what we all might have missed if we hadn't acquired a proprietary interest in Elfreda that day." "And now you can't lose me.