Grace crossed the gymnasium, her keen eyes darting from the floor, where groups of daintily gowned girls stood exchanging gay badinage, and resting after the last waltz, to the chairs and divans placed at intervals against the walls that were for the most part unoccupied.
Everyone seemed to be dancing.

Grace remembered with a start that she had seen nothing of Ruth Denton.

She had waved to Arline across the room on entering the gymnasium, and had not caught a glimpse of her since.

"I must find Ruth," she reflected, "and tell her about to-morrow.

Perhaps Anne has told her.