Do you remember what you said one October day last year, Grace, when we stood on this platform and said good-bye to the boys? asked Anne Pierson. No, what did I say? asked Grace Harlowe, turning to her friend Anne. You said, returned Anne, that when it came your turn to go to college you were going to slip away quietly without saying good-bye to any one but your mother, and here you are with almost half Oakdale at the train to see you off to college.