Eleanor is going to try to make some trouble for Marian Barber in the class, and I must act at once if it is to be prevented." "More school-girl difficulties," commented Mrs.Harlowe, with a smile.
"But how does it happen that you always seem to be in the thick of the fight, Grace ?" "I don't know, mother," sighed Grace.

"No one dislikes quarrels more than I do.

May I go ?" "Yes," assented her mother, "but you must take Bridget with you.

I'll see her at once and tell her to get ready." It had been a raw, disagreeable day, and towards evening a cold rain had set in that was practically half snow.

It was anything but an enviable night for a walk, and Bridget grumbled roundly under her breath as she wrapped herself in the voluminous folds of a water-proof cape and took down a huge, dark-green cotton umbrella from its accustomed nail behind the kitchen door.
"Miss Grace do be crazy to be goin' out this night.