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Updated: June 26, 2025
J. Elfreda's subsequent casting aside of her friendship and her tardy realization of Grace's worth brought about a happy ending of their freshman year. In "Grace Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College" the four girls set out to find the rainbow side of their sophomore year.
"I am surprised to think she did after the way she made remarks about people," commented Elfreda to Miriam, who was busily engaged in unhooking the stout girl's gown and listening in amusement to Elfreda's recital. "She has as much tact as a guinea hen. You know how tactful they are?" In the meantime Anne and Grace were discussing the night's festivity in their own room.
Stay, and we'll have an old-fashioned supper." "I couldn't be so cruel as to tear Elfreda away from such bliss," laughed Grace. The stout girl's predeliction for waffles was known to all her intimate friends. "How did you know my pet weakness?" Elfreda's round eyes grew rounder with well-simulated surprise. "Did Grace tell you?
The ghost of a disturbing, unsigned note that had almost wrecked Elfreda's freshman happiness rose and walked before her. Could it be possible that the same hand had written the second note? Grace was startled at her own thought. "May I see the note again, Miss Wilder?" she asked soberly. This time she scrutinized the writing even more closely.
That sounds conceited, doesn't it? But you can see how things are, can't you?" "I can, indeed," returned Miriam, and the significance of her tone left no doubt in Elfreda's mind regarding her roommate's understanding of things. The Easter vacation slipped away at the same appalling rate of speed that had marked the passing of all Grace's holidays at home.
"That is because it has been our second home," was Anne's soft rejoinder. A knock at the door, followed by a peremptory summons in Elfreda's voice, "Come on down to breakfast," ended the little talk. By half-past eight o'clock Grace was on her way toward Main Street, bent on disposing of her errands with all possible speed.
Grace was on the point of replying humorously that she hoped Arline would not share Elfreda's fate when the hour to dine came round. She checked herself in time, however. She had no right to betray Elfreda's confidence even to Arline. "That was generous in her," she said warmly. "Would you like to come upstairs with me now, Arline, while I collect my share of the contributions?
For two weeks the Semper Fidelis Club, or, rather, nine of that most delightful organization of Grace Harlowe's early college days, had been holding a reunion at the Briggs' cottage, which was situated on the New Jersey coast, not far from Wildwood, a well-known summer resort. It had all begun with Elfreda's undeniable yearning to see her friends.
The camp having been pitched at the extreme end of the open space, the campfire, at Elfreda's suggestion, was built at the opposite end, which, as she pointed out, would leave their tents in a shadow after dark, for there were a few scattering laurel bushes between the tents and the fire, but not so dense that the view was greatly interfered with.
"I've been in ecstasies over it ever since it was made. Have you seen that white gown of Elfreda's? It's perfectly stunning. I stopped in her room for a minute last night. She was trying it on. It's the prettiest gown she's had since she came here. Ask her to show it to you." "I'm going over there now," said Anne. "I'll be back in a minute."
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