"My friends did," reminded Miriam softly, extending her hand to Mildred. "I believe in you now."
"Of course we will believe in you," declared Grace cheerfully. "Come back next fall and give us a chance to show you that we trust you."
"I will," answered Mildred with solemn resolution, "but you shall give me the chance to show you that your trust is not misplaced. Good night," she put out her hand again rather uncertainly. Grace's hand went quickly out to meet it, holding it in a warm, friendly clasp, and Mildred went to her room a changed girl.
"How did you happen to be her confessor, Miriam?" asked Grace wonderingly, after the freshman had gone.
Miriam related the evening's happenings.
"I never even suspected her," said Grace. "I believed her to be angry with me for overlooking her at the reception. I always tried not to think of any particular girl as being guilty of taking my theme. It has turned out beautifully, hasn't it?"
"Yes," nodded Miriam. "As a matter of fact everything generally does turn out well in the end if one has the patience to wait."