It was now wide awake and tormenting her.
"I'm glad you feel as you do about it, Evelyn," was her blunt rejoinder.
"It shows that you are on the right road.

I don't believe it is necessary for you to tell the Southards anything.

Still there is another person who must decide that." "You mean Miss Harlowe ?" Kathleen nodded.
"I can't bear to face her." Evelyn's voice sank almost to a whisper.
"You are not the only one who has said that." There was a curiously significant ring in Kathleen's voice that made Evelyn look at her in mute inquiry.
"Let me tell you of another girl who had to face the same situation." Kathleen began with her entrance into Overton as a freshman and told Evelyn the story of her hatred of Grace and her betrayal of Grace's trust, of how Elfreda had shown her the way to reparation and the gaining of true college spirit, and of how she had tried in a small measure to redeem the past by writing "Loyalheart" as a belated tribute to Grace.
Evelyn listened with somber attentiveness.

The past three days had taught her more of life than had her entire eighteen years.

She had lately begun to see what college might mean to the girl who lived up to its traditions.