She bowed curtly to Grace and Emma as her car whizzed by them.
"They are going for Evelyn, I suppose," commented Emma.
"Yes.

Oh, bother!" exclaimed Grace, "I've forgotten a letter to Arline which I must mail to-night.

Will you wait until I go back for it ?" With light feet Grace sped across the campus, letting herself into the house with her latch key.

As she stepped into the hall, a buzz of voices caused her eyes to be fixed on the living-room.

Through the parted curtains she saw a dazzling figure which was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by a group of admiring girls.
It was Evelyn, looking like some wonderful fairy vision in a gown of apricot satin and chiffon, embroidered with exquisite little sprays of tiny rosebuds.