"Be careful not to over-exert yourself," and was gone.
The woman in the chair turned quickly at the nurse's words, her eyes resting upon the three girls.
Grace felt a queer little shiver creep up and down her spine.

The resemblance between the stranger and Mabel Allison was even more remarkable to-day.
"How do you do, my dears," said the woman with a sweet smile, extending her hand in turn to the three girls.

"Under the circumstances I am sure you will pardon me for not rising." Her voice was clear and well modulated.
"Please don't think of it," cried Grace.

"We saw the accident yesterday.
We were afraid you were seriously injured, and we couldn't resist coming to see you.

I am Grace Harlowe, and these are my friends Nora O'Malley and Anne Pierson." "I am very pleased to know you," responded the stranger.