"I'm not coming back next fall," mumbled Mildred. "I shall never again be happy at Overton."
"Brace up, and square things with the other girl, and you'll feel differently," retorted Miriam.
"If it were any one else besides Miss Harlowe," began Mildred.
"Oh, I am so sorry you told me her name!" exclaimed Miriam regretfully. "Now that I know it is Grace, however, I shall redouble my advice about going to her. You need have no fear that she will not forgive you. Grace never holds grudges."
"I can't do it," declared Mildred tremulously, "I am afraid."
Miriam looked at her companion rather doubtfully. "I think Grace is the person with whom to talk this matter over," she declared. "Suppose we go over to Wayne Hall now? She went to dinner at Vinton's with Mabel Ashe, but she must be at the hall by this time."
"Oh, I can't," gasped Mildred nervously, "Yes, yes, I will if you will come with me while I tell her."
"I think it would be better for you to go to her by yourself," said Miriam dubiously.
"I can't do it," protested Mildred miserably. "Please, please come with me."
"Then, let us go now," returned Miriam decisively. "We may catch Grace at home and alone."