There may be a dozen good reasons for Miss Ward's coming here in her sister's behalf.

Don't be so suspicious.

Wait until you see Evelyn Ward before you judge her." Although Grace did not realize it she was already thinking of Evelyn Ward as a member of Harlowe House.

There was no fear of refusal on Emma's part.

Long acquaintance with her good-natured, easy-going classmate had taught her that Emma was equal to, if not more than a match for, almost any emergency.
"Emma would take her belongings and camp out in the hall if I asked her to," smiled Grace to herself as she went slowly downstairs to her office and, seating herself at her desk, took up the writing on which she had been engaged when her caller was announced.
She was still hard at work when the girls began to come in for luncheon, one after another, and at last she heard Emma's delightful drawl as she exchanged pleasantries with one of the freshmen who had opened the door for her.
"Oh, Emma," she called, stepping to the door of her office, "will you come in here, please?
I need you." By the time Grace had finished speaking Emma was standing in the doorway, peering owlishly at her.