Then she'll come back and be her old self again." "I hope so," sighed Grace.
Then the conversation became general and the two girls had no further opportunity for discussion of the subject.
Just as Anne had completed her dressing, a knock sounded on the door, and Mr.Southard's deep voice called out: "All aboard for the actors' retreat." "Come in, Mr.Southard," said Anne, and the door opened to admit the eminent actor, who looked bigger and handsomer than ever in his long coat and soft black hat.
Then Anne presented him to Mrs.Gibson, and a general handshaking ensued.
For the third time that night they were handed into the "uncomplaining but over-worked taxicab," according to Nora's version, and set out for the Southard home.
The entire party promptly fell in love with Miss Southard, who was the counterpart of her brother, except that she was considerably older, and she apparently returned their liking from the moment of meeting.
"I know every one of you," she said.

"Anne talks of no one else to me.
Your fame has already preceded you." The Southards proved to be hospitable entertainers, and exerted every effort in behalf of their young guests.

The time slipped by on wings, and it was well after one o'clock before any one thought of returning to the hotel.
"I am not a very reliable chaperon," laughed Mrs.Gibson, "to allow my charges to keep such late hours as this." "It's only once in a life time," remarked Nora.
"How very cruel," said Mr.Southard solemnly.

"I had hoped that you would all honor us again with your society." "I didn't mean that," she cried, laughing a little.

"I only meant that this was a red-letter night for us.