seat beside the tearful little stranger. "I think I know what is
troubling you," she said gently. "I could not help overhearing Miss
Atkins a few moments ago. I also heard you running downstairs, so I
came down, too, to ask you if there was anything I could do for you."

"You are very kind," faltered the stranger. "I must wait to see Mrs.
Elwood, but will you tell me your name, please?"

"Oh, I beg your pardon for not introducing myself," responded Grace
contritely. "I am Grace Harlowe of the sophomore class."

"My name is Mildred Taylor," responded the newcomer. "I came from
the station in the bus a few minutes ago. There were two other
freshmen with me. They seem to be more fortunate than I. The maid
showed us to our rooms. I supposed, of course, that I would have to
room with another girl, but I didn't think--" she paused.

"I know," sympathized Grace. "I heard what was said to you; at least
a part of it. Won't you come upstairs to our room and meet my
roommate, Miss Pierson?"

"It is very thoughtful in you to take so much trouble for me,"
replied the freshman gratefully.

"That is part of our plan here at Overton," laughed Grace. "When I
was a lonely, bewildered freshman, several of the upper class girls
made it their business to look out for my comfort. Now it is my turn
to pass that kindness along."

"What a nice way to look at things!" exclaimed Mildred Taylor. "If