For an instant I thought it was from my father, but the hand writing was not his.

I opened it, and who do you suppose it was from ?" "I don't know, and I'm a poor guesser, so tell me," responded Grace.
"It was from Mr.Everett Southard." "No! Really ?" cried Grace.

"How nice of him to write to you." "But I haven't told you the nicest part," continued Anne.

"He wants me to go to New York to play a six-weeks' engagement in his company." "Anne Pierson, you don't mean it," ejaculated Grace in intense astonishment.
"Grace Harlowe, I do mean it," retorted Anne.

"Why it's the very opportunity that I've been yearning for, but never expected to get.