Grace Harlowes Fourth Year at Overton College | Page 2

"So have I," declared Ruth earnestly. "Twenty minutes to four. They
will soon be here."
"Yes. I asked Grace to come as early as possible," said Arline. "There, I
hear the bell now." Arline whisked out of the room and peered
anxiously over the baluster. "Hello, Grace," she called joyously. "Hurry
as fast as ever you can. Where are your faithful three?"
"I came on ahead," laughed Grace. "I had promised you that I would,
and being a person of my word, I didn't wish to disappoint you. When I
left Wayne Hall Miriam was playing maid to Elfreda. The new gown
she had made for the luncheon didn't arrive until the last minute. So
Miriam stayed to help her dress. It is a perfectly darling gown. Just wait
until you see Elfreda in it. She hasn't gained an ounce since she went

home last spring. She has had a strenuous time all summer to keep her
weight down. You must ask her to tell you about it."
"I will," promised Arline, with an anticipatory smile. "But where is
Anne?"
"I left Anne finishing a letter to her mother. She will be here with
Miriam and Elfreda. Isn't it splendid to think you and Ruth can be
together this year?"
Grace ran lightly up the stairs in Arline's wake, and a moment later
greeted Ruth with outstretched hands.
"Take the seat of honor, Grace," directed Arline, gently propelling her
toward her best leather upholstered armchair. "Isn't it obliging of the
weather to stay so nice and warm? We don't need hats or coats. You
were sensible and didn't wear either. Not having to bother with wraps
will save time, too."
"I am highly impressed with this house-to-house luncheon," declared
Grace. "It was clever in you to suggest it, Arline."
"Oh, these progressive luncheons are nothing new," returned Arline
quickly. "I have read that they are extremely popular among college
and high school girls. I am sure I don't know why I never before
proposed that we give one. It is going to be lots of fun, isn't it? There's
the bell again. I hope that maid hasn't gone on a vacation. It usually
takes her forever." Arline darted out of the room to hang over the
baluster once more.
This time it was the Emerson twins, and by four o'clock the last
member of the club had taken her place beside her sisters in Arline's
room.
"As we are all here," announced Arline, "we might as well begin. The
feast awaits you downstairs in the dining room; that is, a very small
part of it. There is one beautiful feature about this luncheon, we are to
have plenty of exercise between each course. Are all of you hungry?"

There was a lively chorus of affirmatives.
"Then choose your partners and come along," ordered the little
curly-haired girl.
It did not take long to dispose of the oysters, and, headed by Sara and
Julia Emerson, the little procession of girls moved on to Ralston House,
where the twins were to play hostess and serve the soup.
"You can thank your stars and me that you don't have to squeeze into
our room and eat your soup from cups instead of Mrs. Bryant's best
soup plates," Julia informed her guests as they swarmed up the steps.
"Mrs. Bryant couldn't see this luncheon at first. She had no appreciation
of what a really important affair it was to be. I had to use all my
persuasive powers on her. But I won, and she descended to the kitchen
and made the soup herself."
"I think we owe Julia a special vote of thanks," declared Miriam Nesbit
a little later, as she finished her soup. "This vermicelli soup is the best I
ever tasted."
"It can't be beaten, can it?" asked Sara Emerson eagerly. "That was why
we were so anxious to take the soup course on our shoulders. We knew
what was in store for us if we could make Mrs. Bryant see things in our
light."
"S-h-h, she's coming!" warned Julia. "For goodness' sake, Sara, be
careful."
Mrs. Bryant, a rather austere person and not in the least like her sister,
Mrs. Elwood, who managed Wayne Hall, walked into the dining room
at this juncture, apparently in the best of humors.
Arline glanced inquiringly at Grace, who nodded slightly, whereupon
the dainty president of the Semper Fidelis Club rose and made the
matron a pretty little speech of thanks in behalf of the club. Then the
luncheon party started on their way again, Mrs. Bryant hospitably
seeing them to the door and extending a smiling invitation to come

again.
"I knew she couldn't resist us," chuckled Sara Emerson, as the girls
filed down the walk. "A combination like ours is safe to make its way