I'll take the risk of being misunderstood," she decided with a grim little smile.
Stepping out of her room into the hall she knocked softly on Evelyn's door, receiving no answer.

Her second and rather more emphatic knock elicited a faint, "Who is there ?" "Miss Harlowe," answered Grace.

"May I come in for a moment, Miss Ward ?" She heard Evelyn moving about the room for a moment, then the door was opened slowly, and with apparent reluctance on the part of the pretty freshman, who had evidently dried her tears for the time being.
"How do you do, Miss Harlowe ?" she said in a queer, strained voice.

"I did not know that you had returned from your vacation." She did not offer her hand to Grace.

In her blue eyes lay a look of positive fear.
"I came in not more than ten minutes ago," returned Grace, stepping into the room and closing the door after her.