Grace Harlowes Third Year at Overton College

Grace Harlowe's Third Year at
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by Jessie Graham
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Title: Grace Harlowe's Third Year at Overton College
Author: Jessie Graham Flower
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Grace Harlowe's Third Year at Overton College
By JESSIE GRAHAM FLOWER, A. M.
Author of The Grace Harlowe High School Girls Series, Grace
Harlowe's First Year at Overton College, Grace Harlowe's Second Year
at Overton College, Grace Harlowe's Fourth Year at Overton College.

PHILADELPHIA HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY Copyright, 1914

[Illustration: The Eight Originals Were Spending a Last Evening
Together.]

CONTENTS
I. The Last Evening at Home
II. The Arrival of Kathleen
III. First Impressions
IV. Getting Acquainted with the Newspaper Girl
V. Two Is a Company
VI. An Unsuspected Listener
VII. An Unpleasant Summons
VIII. Elfreda Prophecies Trouble
IX. Opening the Bazaar

X. The Alice in Wonderland Circus
XI. Grace Meets With a Rebuff
XII. Thanksgiving at Overton
XIII. Arline Makes the Best of a Bad Matter
XIV. Planning the Christmas Dinner
XV. A Tissue Paper Tea
XVI. A Doubtful Victory
XVII. Hippy Looks Mysterious
XVIII. Old Jean's Story
XIX. Telling Ruth the News
XX. Elfreda Realizes Her Ambition
XXI. Alberta Keeps Her Promise
XXII. Grace's Plan
XXIII. What Emma Dean Forgot
XXIV. Conclusion

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
The Eight Originals Were Spending a Last Evening Together.
The Emerson Twins Looked Realistically Japanese.
"Here is the Letter You Wrote the Dean."

"She was Standing Close to the Door."

Grace Harlowe's Third Year at Overton College
CHAPTER I
THE LAST EVENING AT HOME
"Now, then, everyone join in the chorus," commanded Hippy Wingate.
There was an answering tinkle from Reddy's mandolin, the deeper
notes of a guitar sounded, then eight care-free young voices were raised
in the plaintive chorus of "My Old Kentucky Home."
It was a warm night in September. Miriam Nesbit and seven of the
Eight Originals were spending a last evening together on the Harlowes'
hospitable veranda. They were on the eve of separation. The following
day would witness Nora's and Jessica's departure for the conservatory.
Grace and Miriam would return to Overton at the beginning of the next
week, and the latter part of the same week would find the four young
men entered upon their senior year in college.
"Very fine, indeed," commented Hippy, "but in order to sing properly
one ought to drink a great deal of lemonade. It is very conducive to a
grand opera voice," he added, confiscating several cakes from the plate
Grace passed to him and holding out his empty lemonade glass.
"But you haven't a grand opera voice," protested David. "That is only a
flimsy excuse."
"We won't discuss the matter in detail," returned Hippy with dignity. "I
am prepared to prove the truth of what I say. I will now render a
selection from 'Il Trovatore.' I will sing the imprisoned lover's song--"
"Not if I have anything to say about it," growled Reddy.
"Suit yourself, suit yourself," declared Hippy, shrugging his shoulders.
"You boys will be sorry if you don't let me sing, though."

"Is that a threat?" inquired Tom Gray with pretended belligerence.
"A threat?" repeated Hippy. "No, it is a fact. I am contemplating a
terrible revenge. That is, I haven't really begun to contemplate it yet. I
am just getting ready. But when I do start--well, you'll see."
"I think it would be delightful to hear you sing, 'Ah, I Have Sighed to
Rest Me,' Hippy," broke in Nora sweetly, a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes.
"Can I believe my ears? The stony, unsympathetic Nora O'Malley
agrees with me at last. She likes my voice; she wishes to hear me sing,
'Ah, I Have Sighed to Rest Me.' 'Tis true, I have sighed to rest me a
great many times, particularly in the morning when the alarm clock put
an end to my dreams. It is a beautiful selection."
"Then, why not sing it?" asked Nora demurely.
"Because I don't know it," replied Hippy promptly.
"Just as I suspected," commented Nora in disgust. "That is precisely
why I asked you to sing."
"What made you suspect me?" inquired Hippy, apparently impressed.
"I suspected you on general principles," was the retort.
"If you had had any general principles you wouldn't have suspected