During “Grace Harlowe’s Junior Year at High School” the famous sorority, the Phi Sigma Tau, was organized by the four chums for the purpose of looking after high school girls who stood in need of assistance.  In that volume Eleanor Savelli, the self-willed daughter of an Italian violin virtuoso, made her appearance.  The difficulties Grace and her chums encountered in trying to befriend Eleanor and her final contemptuous repudiation of their friendship made absorbing reading for those interested in following the fortunes of the Oakdale High School girls.

Their senior year was perhaps the most eventful of all.  At the very beginning of the fall term the high school gymnasium was destroyed by fire.  Failing to secure an appropriation from either the town or state, the four classes of the girls’ high school pledged themselves to raise the amount of money required to rebuild the gymnasium.  In “Grace Harlowe’s Senior Year at High School” the story of the senior class bazaar, the daring theft of their hard-earned money before the bazaar had closed, and Grace Harlowe’s final recovery of the stolen money under the strangest of circumstances, furnished material for a narrative of particular interest.  After graduation the four chums, accompanied by their nearest and dearest friends, had spent a long and delightful summer in Europe.  On returning to Oakdale the real parting of the ways had come, for Nora and Jessica had already departed for an eastern city to enter a well known conservatory of music.  Marian Barber and Eva Allen were to enter Smith College the following week, Eleanor Savelli had long since sailed for Italy, and now the morning train was to bear Miriam Nesbit, Grace Harlowe and Anne Pierson to Overton, an eastern college finally decided upon by the three girls.

“Last year we left you on the station platform gazing mournfully after the train that bore me away from Oakdale,” remarked Hippy reminiscently.  “How embarrassed I felt at so much attention, and yet how sweet it was to know that you had gathered here, not to see David Nesbit, Reddy Brooks, Tom Gray or any such insignificant persons off to school, but that I, Theophilus Hippopotamus Wingate, was the object of your tender solicitations.”

“I expected it,” groaned David.  “I don’t see why we ever woke him up and dragged him along.”

“As I was about to say when rudely interrupted,” continued Hippy calmly, “I shall miss you, of course, but not half so much as you will miss me.  I hope you will think of me, and you may write to me occasionally if it will be a satisfaction to you.  I know you will not forget me.  Who, having once met me, could forget?”

Hippy folded his arms across his chest and looked languishingly at the three girls.

A chorus of giggles from those grouped around the girls and derisive groans from the boys greeted Hippy’s sentimental speech.

Suddenly a long, shrill whistle was heard.