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Mrs. Hill, a handsome, dignified lady who was one of the chaperones of the prom, received Grace warmly, while Beatrice Hill, an extremely pretty, smartly gowned girl, made her feel at home immediately.

“You came with Sid, didn’t you?” she whispered. “Sid is so sly–he never tells us whom he is going to take anywhere. But when I saw you come in with him I knew I was going to like you, you looked so jolly. And you’re really the sister of that splendid Dr. Seeley who saved Murray’s life last summer? And to think you’ve been at Payzant nearly a whole term and we never knew it!”

“Well, how have you enjoyed our prom, Miss Seeley?” asked Sid, as they walked home together under the arching elms of the college campus.

“Oh! it was splendid,” said Grace enthusiastically. “Everybody was so nice. And then to meet someone who could tell me so much about Max! I must write them home all about it before I sleep, just to calm my head a bit. Mother and the girls will be so interested, and I must send Lou and Mab a carnation apiece for their scrapbooks.”

“Give me one back, please,” said Sid. And Grace with a little blush, did so.

That night, while Grace was slipping the stems of her carnations and putting them into water, three little bits of conversation were being carried on which it is necessary to report in order to round up this story neatly and properly, as all stories should be rounded up.

In the first place, Beatrice Hill was saying to Sidney, “Oh, Sid, that Miss Seeley you had at the prom is a lovely girl. I don’t know when I’ve met anyone I liked so much. She was so jolly and friendly and she didn’t put on learned airs at all, as so many of those Payzant girls do. I asked her all about herself and she told me, and all about her mother and sisters and home and the lovely times they had together, and how hard they worked to send her to college too, and how she taught school in vacations and ‘roomed’ herself to help along. Isn’t it so brave and plucky of her! I know we are going to be great friends.”

“I hope so,” said Sidney briefly, “because I have an idea that she and I are going to be very good friends too.”

And Sidney went upstairs and put away a single white carnation very carefully.

In the second place, Mrs. Hill was saying to her eldest son, “I liked that Miss Seeley very much. She seemed a very sweet girl.”

And, finally, Agnes Walters and Edna Hayden were discussing the matter in great mystification in their room.

“I can’t understand it at all,” said Agnes slowly. “Sid Hill took her to the prom and he must have sent her those carnations too. She could never have afforded them herself. And did you see the fuss his people made over her? I heard Beatrice telling her that she was coming to call on her tomorrow, and Mrs. Hill said she must look upon ‘Beechlawn’ as her second home while she was at Payzant. If the Hills are going to take her up we’ll have to be nice to her.”

“I suppose,” said Edna conclusively, “the truth of the matter is that Sid Hill meant to ask her anyway. I dare say he asked her long ago, and she would know our invitation was a fraud. So the joke is on ourselves, after all.”

But, as you and I know, that, with the exception of the last sentence, was not the truth of the matter at all.