Grace Harlowes Senior Year at High School | Page 2

girls.
In that volume Eleanor Savell, the self-willed, temperamental daughter
of an Italian violin virtuoso, furnished much of the interest of the book.
The efforts of Grace and her chums to create in this girl a healthy,
wholesome enjoyment for High School life, and her repudiation of their
friendship, and subsequent attempts to revenge herself for fancied
slights and insults, served to make the story absorbing.
The walking expedition through Upton Wood, the rescue of Mabel
Allison, an orphan, by the Phi Sigma Tau, from the tender mercies of a
cruel and ignorant woman with whom she lived, proved interesting
reading.
The class play in which Eleanor plotted to oust Anne Pierson, the star,
from the production and obtain the leading part for herself, the
discovery of the plot at the eleventh hour by Grace, enabling her to balk
Eleanor's scheme, were among the incidents that aroused anew the
admiration of the reader for capable, wide-awake Grace Harlowe.

The seven young people on the platform looked unusually solemn, and
a brief silence followed Grace's wistful question. Saying good-bye
threatened to be a harder task than any of them had imagined it to be.
Even Hippy, usually ready of speech, wore a look of concern decidedly
out of place on his fat, good-humored face.
"Do say something funny, Hippy!" exclaimed Nora in desperation.
"This silence is awful. In another minute we'll all be weeping. Can't
you offer something cheerful?"
Hippy fixed a reflective eye upon Nora for an instant, then recited in a
husky voice:
"Remember well, and bear in mind, That fat young men are hard to
find."
There was a shout of laughter went up at this and things began to take a
brighter turn.
"Now will you be good, Nora?" teased David.
"Humph!" sniffed Nora. "I knew his sadness was only skin deep."
"After all," said Anne Pierson, "why should we look at the gloomy side.
You are all coming home for Thanksgiving and the time will slip by
before we realize it. It's our duty to send you boys away in good spirits,
instead of making you feel blue and melancholy."
"Anne always thinks about her duty," laughed Jessica, "but she's right,
nevertheless. Let's all be as cheerful as possible."
"I hear the train coming," cried Grace, always on the alert. "Do write to
us, won't you, boys! Please don't forget to send us some pictures of the
college."
"Yes, don't let that new Eastman of yours go to waste, Reddy," said
Nora.
"I will make Hippy pose the minute we strike the college campus,"

laughed Reddy, "and you shall have the first results, providing they are
not too terrifying."
"I want pictures of the college, not the inmates," retorted Nora.
"Inmates!" cried Hippy. "One would think she was speaking of a
lunatic asylum or a jail. I forgive you, Nora, but it was a cruel thrust.
Here comes the train. Get busy, you fellows, and make your fond
farewells to your families, who will no doubt be tickled pink to get rid
of you for a while."
With that he made a rush to where his father and brother stood. David
turned to his mother and sister Miriam, kissing them affectionately,
while Reddy grasped his father's hand with silent affection in his eyes.
The last good-byes were reserved for the four chums, who felt lumps
rise in their throats in spite of their recently avowed declaration to be
cheerful.
Nora shoved a white box tied up with blue ribbon into Hippy's hand
just as he was about to board the train.
"It's walnut fudge," she said. "But it isn't all for you. Be generous, and
let David and Reddy have some, too."
"Good-bye. Good-bye. Don't forget us," chorused the chums as the
train pulled out, while the young men waved farewell from the open
windows.
"I hope I won't be called upon to say good-bye to any more of my
friends for a blue moon!" exclaimed Grace. "I hate good-byes. When it
comes my turn to go to college I believe I shall slip away quietly
without saying a word to a soul except mother."
"You know you couldn't leave your little playmates in such a heartless
manner," said Jessica. "We'd visit you in nightmares the whole of your
freshman year if you even attempted such a thing."

"Oh, well, if you are going to use threats I expect I shall have to forego
my vanishing act," said Grace, with a smile.
The four girls had walked the length of the platform and were about to
turn in at the entrance leading to the street when Grace suddenly
clutched Anne, pointing, and crying out, "Oh, look! look!"
Three pairs of eyes were turned instantly in the direction of her finger,
just in time to see a dark blue touring