"So am I," agreed Grace. "We'll just have to keep on doing our best
and find ourselves."

"I suppose that is the real purpose of going to college," said Anne
thoughtfully.

"I think we are all growing too serious," laughed Mabel. "By the
way, Grace," she went on, "who is that curious looking little
freshman with the perpetual scowl that lives at Wayne Hall!"

The four Wayne Hall girls exchanged significant glances.

"Stop exchanging eye messages and tell me," ordered Mabel.

"Her name is Atkins," returned Grace briefly. Then a peculiar look
in her eyes caused Mabel to say hastily, "I just wondered who she
was," and changed the subject.

As they left Martell's, walking two by two, Mabel fell into step
with Grace. Slipping her arm through that of the Oakdale girl, she
said in a low tone, "Come over to see me to-morrow evening. I have
something to say to you. I almost said it before the girls; then I
caught your warning look in time. Come to dinner to-morrow night and
stay all evening. I promise faithfully to make you study."

"I have a theme to do," replied Grace dubiously. "Do you think there
would be any prospect of my getting it done?"

"Oceans of it," assured Mabel glibly. "I'll be as still as a mouse