If the rest of the jobs he's goin' to pull off are like this hand out, me to shake this rube joint." The echo of his footsteps died away and Grace ventured to raise herself from her uncomfortable position.

She peered into the blackness of the night, but could see nothing.

Rising to her feet, she stealthily circled the house and set off at her best speed for "Heartsease." "There'll be plenty of work for Eleanor and me to do this night," she thought.

"If only she will help me now, and she must.

She can't refuse.
It's for the honor of the senior class." Giving the old-fashioned knocker a vigorous pull, Grace waited impatiently for admittance.
"Is Miss Savelli at home ?" asked Grace eagerly, the moment the maid opened the door.
"No, ma'am," answered the girl.