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Page 47
The two girls looked into each other's eyes, and both began to laugh.
"After two years' war the hatchet will be buried," said Julia a little
tremulously.
"Oh, Julia!" exclaimed Grace, hopping about, "I've a perfectly splendid
idea!"
"What is it?" asked Julia breathlessly.
"Let's have a grand blow out and bury the hatchet with pomp and ceremony.
We'll have speeches from both classes, and a perfectly gorgeous feed
afterwards. You break the news to your class and I'll endeavor to get my
naughty children under control once more. I believe some of them love me a
little yet," she smiled.
"Of course, they do," said Julia stoutly. "I must say I don't see why they
were so hateful to you, even if Anne Pierson were under suspicion. I know
I am to blame for helping the grudge along," she added remorsefully, "but
I am, not the only one."
"I know," said Grace quickly. "There are lots of things I'd like to say,
but for certain reasons of my own I shall not say them. You understand, I
think."
Julia nodded. She did, indeed, understand, and the full beauty of Grace
Harlowe's nobility of spirit was revealed to her.
"You are the finest, squarest girl I ever knew, Grace," she said
admiringly.
"Nonsense," laughed Grace, flushing a little at the tribute paid her by
the once arrogant junior captain. "You don't know me at all. I have just
as many faults as other girls, with a few extra ones thrown in. I have no
claim to a pedestal. I hope we shall be friends for the rest of our
schooldays and forever after. You will be a senior next year, and I shall
be a junior. It's time we put by childish quarrels, and assumed the high
and mighty attitude of the upper classes. It is our duty to become a
living example to erring freshmen."
Both girls laughed merrily; then Grace rose to go. She kissed Julia
good-bye and walked out of the house as though on air. Her cup of
happiness was full to the brim. She carefully tucked the precious paper
away in her bag and sped down the street on winged feet.
The incredible had come to pass. Her old-time enemy had become her friend.
She wondered if it could have ever come about by any other means. She
doubted it. She had always heard that "Desperate cases require desperate
remedies." The happenings of the past week seemed conclusive proof of the
truth of the saying. Furthermore, she believed in the sincerity of Julia
Crosby's repentance. It was more than skin deep. She felt that
henceforward Julia would be different. Best of all, she had the reward of
her own conscience. In being true to Anne she had been true to herself.
CHAPTER XVI
AN OUNCE OF LOYALTY
When the girls of the sophomore class entered their locker-room the next
day they found a notice posted to the effect that a class meeting would be
held after school in the locker-room at which all members were earnestly
requested to be present.
There was considerable speculation as to the object of the meeting, and no
one knew who had posted the notice. Grace kept her own counsel. She wished
to take the class by surprise, and thus make Anne's restoration to favor
complete.
At recess Nora and Jessica brought up the subject, but found that Grace
apparently wished to avoid talking about it.
"You'll attend, won't you, Grace?" asked Anne.
"Of course," said Grace hastily. "Will you excuse me, girls? I have a
theorem to study."
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