One glance at the telegram and with an inarticulate cry Grace darted up the stairs and down the hall to her room.

Stopping only long enough to seize her hat, she made for the stairs, the telegram clutched tightly in her hand.

"Oh, if Anne or Miriam were only here," she breathed, as she paused for an instant at Mrs.Elwood's gate to look up and down the street, then set off in the direction of the campus.

At the edge of the campus she paused again, glancing anxiously about her in the vain hope of spying Ruth or Miriam, then she started across the campus toward Morton House.

As she neared her destination, the front door of the hall opened and a familiar figure appeared.