She was sauntering across the campus, her near-sighted eyes fixed on a small, hurrying figure just ahead of her.
"Hello, Grace," was Emma's affable salutation as she turned at the touch of Grace's hand on her shoulder.

"I was watching Miss Taylor.

What a disappointment that girl is.

The first week or two after her arrival at Wayne Hall I thought her delightful, but she has turned out to be anything but agreeable.

She barely nodded to me this morning.