"Miss Briggs," repeated Alberta Wicks, meditatively. "Let me see, I think we met her——"
"The day she came to college," supplemented Grace.
"How did you know that?" was the sharp question.
"I saw you and Miss Hampton when you approached her, and also when you walked away from the station with her," Grace said quietly. "Miss Briggs rode part of the way on the train with us to Overton."
A deep flush rose to the faces of both young women at Grace's indisputable statement. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"I know also," continued Grace, "that you conducted her to the county court house instead of the registrar's office and left her to find out the truth as best she might."
"Really," sneered Alberta, "you seem to be extremely well informed as to what took place. It is quite evident that Miss Briggs published the news broadcast."
"She did nothing of the sort," retorted Grace coldly. "She did tell my roommate and me,
and I regret to say that she also told the registrar, but she now realizes her mistake in doing so."
"Her realization comes entirely too late," was the sarcastic reply. "She should have thought things over before going to the registrar with anything so silly."