A look of wonder mingled with hurt pride leaped into her gray eyes.

"I don't understand you, Miss Duncan," she said quietly.

"What have I done to disappoint you ?" Miss Duncan picked up a number of closely written sheets of folded paper and handed them to Grace, who unfolded them, staring almost stupidly at the sheet that lay on top.

A wave of crimson flooded her recently pale cheeks.

"Why--what--where did you get this ?" she stammered.