"She has as much tact as a guinea hen.

You know how tactful they are ?" In the meantime Anne and Grace were discussing the night's festivity in their own room.

Grace had slipped into a kimono and stood brushing her long hair before the mirror.

Suddenly she paused, her brush suspended in the air.

"Anne," she said so abruptly that Anne looked at her in surprise, "did you notice anything peculiar about Miss Taylor?
You were her escort, you know." "No," responded Anne, knitting her brows in an effort to remember.