"As far as I am concerned I'm not a 'chooser.' I'm here because of that same saving grace--it's as much a part of you as your name--which is reaching out now to put one more girl in Overton.

What can any strictly honorable, four-cornered person say except, 'I'm with you,' and here's my hand in seal and token of it." "Thank you, Emma," Grace's quiet words and warm handclasp were eloquent with appreciation of her friend's unselfish viewpoint, "Suppose we run upstairs for a moment before luncheon to look around and decide which of the two rooms we can best do without.

And, O, Emma, we'll have room for a thirty-fourth girl, if she happens along.

I never thought of that.

In the face of all that a college education will mean to this girl our personal comfort rather pales into insignificance." "Who are we that we should revel in the fleshpots of Overton while the stranger knocks at our gates ?" supplemented Emma.