Grace Harlowes First Year at Overton College

Grace Harlowe's First Year at
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GRACE HARLOWE'S FIRST YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE
by
JESSIE GRAHAM FLOWER, A. M.
Author of The Grace Harlowe High School Girls Series, Grace
Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College, Grace Harlowe's Third
Year at Overton College, Grace Harlowe's Fourth Year at Overton
College.

[Illustration: J. Elfreda Had Evidently Found Friends. Frontispiece.]

Philadelphia Henry Altemus Company Copyright, 1914, by Howard E.
Altemus

CONTENTS

Chapter Page
I. Off To College 7
II. J. Elfreda Introduces Herself 15

III. First Impressions 29
IV. Miriam's Unwelcome Surprise 44
V. An Interrupted Study Hour 55
VI. A Disturbing Note 62
VII. Grace Takes Matters Into Her Own Hands 72
VIII. The Sophomore Reception 84
IX. Disagreeable News 95
X. The Making of The Team 102
XI. Anne Wins a Victory 109
XII. Ups and Downs 118
XIII. Grace Turns Electioneer 125
XIV. An Invitation and a Misunderstanding 132
XV. Greeting Old Friends 142
XVI. Thanksgiving with the Southards 150
XVII. Christmas Plans 161
XVIII. Basketball Rumors 171
XIX. A Game Worth Seeing 181
XX. Grace Overhears Something Interesting 190
XXI. An Unheeded Warning 206
XXII. Turning the Tables 214

XXIII. Virginia Changes Her Mind 227
XXIV. Good-bye to their Freshman Year 239

Grace Harlowe's First Year at Overton College

CHAPTER I
OFF TO COLLEGE
"Do you remember what you said one October day last year, Grace,
when we stood on this platform and said good-bye to the boys?" asked
Anne Pierson.
"No, what did I say?" asked Grace Harlowe, turning to her friend Anne.
"You said," returned Anne, "that when it came your turn to go to
college you were going to slip away quietly without saying good-bye to
any one but your mother, and here you are with almost half Oakdale at
the train to see you off to college."
"Now, Anne, you know perfectly well that people are down here to see
you and Miriam, too," laughed Grace. "I'm not half as much of a
celebrity as you are."
Grace Harlowe, Miriam Nesbit and Anne Pierson stood on the station
platform completely surrounded by their many friends, who, regardless
of the fact that it was half-past seven o'clock in the morning, had made
it a point to be at the station to wish them godspeed.
"This is the second public gathering this week," remarked Miriam
Nesbit, who, despite the chatter that was going on around her, had
heard Grace's laughing remark.
"I know it," agreed Grace. "There was just as large a crowd here when

Nora and Jessica went away last Monday. Doesn't it seem dreadful that
we are obliged to be separated? How I hated to see the girls go. And we
won't be together again until Christmas."
"Oh, here come the boys!" announced Eva Allen, who, with Marian
Barber, had been standing a little to one side of the three girls.
At this juncture four smiling young men hurried through the crowd of
young people and straight to the circle surrounding the three girls,
where they were received with cries of: "We were afraid you'd be too
late!" and, "Why didn't you get here earlier?"
"We're awfully sorry!" exclaimed David Nesbit. "We had to wait for
Hippy. He overslept as usual. We threw as much as a shovelful of
gravel against his window, but he never stirred. Finally we had to
waken his family and it took all of them to waken him."
"Don't you believe what David Nesbit says," retorted Hippy. "Do you
suppose I slept a wink last night knowing that the friends of my youth
were about to leave me?" Hippy sniffed dolefully and buried his face in
his handkerchief.
"Now, now, Hippy," protested Miriam. "If you insist on shedding
crocodile tears, although I don't believe you could be sad long enough
to shed even that kind, we shall feel that you are glad to get rid of us."
"Never!" ejaculated Hippy fervently. "Oh, if I only had