"How dare she touch you?
Why, I never had a whipping in my life! I won't keep you another minute, but wait for me outside the campus when school is out to-morrow.

I wish to talk further with you." "I'll come," promised Mabel, her face lighting up.

Then she suddenly threw both arms around Grace's neck and said, "I do love you, and I feel that some one cares about me at last." Then, like a flash, she darted across the square and was soon lost to Grace's view.
"Well, of all things!" Grace remarked softly to herself.

"I think it's high time we organized a sorority for the purpose of aiding girls in distress." "You're a prompt person.

Did you really decide to come ?" were the cries that greeted her from the porch as she opened the Bright's gate.
"Save your caustic comments," said Grace as she handed Jessica her hat.
"I have a tale to tell." "Out with it!" was the cry, and the girls surrounded Grace, who began with her meeting with David, and ended with the story of Mabel Allison.
"You haven't heard anything of those boys yet, have you ?" she asked when she had finished.
"Not yet," said Nora, "but never fear, the night is yet young." "Where is Eleanor Savell ?" asked Grace, noticing for the first time that Eleanor was not present.