I'll have to ask Mabel to hook me up when I get to Holland House." Giving up in disgust, Grace slipped into her long, blue serge coat, carefully adjusted her new fall hat that she had just received from home, and catching up her gloves ran downstairs.
Mabel Ashe's graceful, welcoming figure leaning over the baluster waiting for her was the first thing that attracted her attention as she stepped inside the hall at Holland House.
"Come right up," invited Mabel.

"We'll have a little while together before dinner.

Did you bring your notebook ?" "Yes," replied Grace.

"Remember, you are to help me choose a subject for my theme.

You volunteered, you know." "Not until after dinner, though, if you don't mind.