Grace Harlowes Third Year at Overton College | Page 2

me," parried Hippy.
"I won't even think about you the next time," was the withering reply.
Nora rose and made her way to the other end of the veranda, perching
on the porch railing beside Tom Gray.
"Come back, Nora," wailed Hippy. "You may suspect me."
"Isn't he too ridiculous for anything?" whispered Nora, smothering a
giggle and trying to look severe. Her attempt failed ignominiously
when Hippy, with an exaggeratedly contrite expression on his fat face,

sidled up to her, salaamed profoundly, lost his balance and sprawled on
all fours at her feet. A shout of merriment arose from his friends. Hippy,
unabashed, scrambled to his feet and began bowing again before Nora,
this time taking care not to bend too far forward.
"You are forgiven, Hippy," declared Miriam. "Nora, don't allow your
old friend and playmate to dislocate his spine in his efforts to show his
sorrow."
"You may stop bowing," said Nora grudgingly. "I suppose I'll have to
forgive you."
Hippy promptly straightened up and perched himself on the railing
beside Nora.
"I didn't say you might sit here," teased Nora.
"I know it," replied Hippy coolly. "Still, you would be deeply, bitterly
disappointed if I didn't."
"Perhaps I should," admitted Nora. "I suppose you might as well stay,"
she added with affected carelessness.
"Thank you," retorted Hippy. "But I had made up my mind not to
move."
"Had you?" said Nora indifferently, turning her back on Hippy and
addressing Tom Gray. Whereupon Hippy raised his voice in a loud
monologue that entirely drowned Tom's and Nora's voices.
"For goodness' sake, say something that will please him, Nora," begged
Tom. "This is awful."
Hippy babbled on, apparently oblivious of everyone.
"I have something very important to tell you, Hippy," interposed Nora
slyly.
Hippy stopped talking. "What is it?" he asked suspiciously.

"Come over to the other end of the veranda and find out," said Nora
enigmatically.
Hippy accepted the invitation promptly, and followed Nora to the end
of the veranda, unmindful of Tom Gray's jeers about idle curiosity.
Those who read "Grace Harlowe's Plebe Year at High School," "Grace
Harlowe's Sophomore Year at High School," "Grace Harlowe's Junior
Year at High School" and "Grace Harlowe's Senior Year at High
School" will have no trouble in recognizing every member of the merry
party of young folks who had taken possession of the Harlowes'
veranda. The doings of Tom, Hippy, David, Reddy, Nora, Jessica,
Anne and Grace have been fully narrated in the "High School Girls
Series." There, too, appeared Miriam Nesbit, Eva Allen, Eleanor
Savelli and Marian Barber, together with the four chums, as members
of the famous sorority, the Phi Sigma Tau.
With the close of their high school days the little clan had been
separated, although David, Reddy and Hippy were on the eve of
beginning their senior year in the same college. Nora and Jessica were
attending the same conservatory, while Grace, Anne and Miriam Nesbit
were students at Overton College.
During their freshman year at Overton, set forth in "Grace Harlowe's
First Year at Overton College," the three girls had not met with
altogether plain sailing. There had been numerous hitches, the most
serious one having been caused by their championship of J. Elfreda
Briggs, a freshman, who had unfortunately incurred the dislike of
several mischievous sophomores. Through the prompt, sensible action
of Grace, assisted by her friends, Elfreda was restored to favor by her
class and became one of Grace's staunchest friends.
"Grace Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College" found the three
friends sophomores, and wholly devoted to Overton and its traditions.
Their sophomore days brought them a variety of experiences, pleasant
and unpleasant, and, as in their freshman year, Grace and Miriam
distinguished themselves on the basketball field. It was during this year
that the Semper Fidelis Club was organized for the purpose of helping

needy students through college, and that Eleanor Savelli, the daughter
of a world-renowned virtuoso, and one of the Phi Sigma Tau, visited
Grace and helped to plan a concert which netted the club two hundred
dollars and a substantial yearly subscription from an interested outsider.
The difficulties that arose over a lost theme and the final outcome of
the affair proved Grace Harlowe to be the same honorable,
straightforward young woman who had endeared herself to the reader
during her high school days.
"Why doesn't some one sing?" asked Grace plaintively. A brief silence
had fallen upon the little group at one end of the veranda, broken only
by Nora's and Hippy's argumentative voices.
"Because both the someones are too busy to sing," laughed Jessica,
casting a significant glance toward the end of the veranda.
"Hippy, Nora," called David, "come over here and sing."
"'Sing, sing, what shall I sing?'" chanted Hippy. "Shall it be a sweetly
sentimental ditty, or