Sit down here and be comfy.

This is my pet chair, but I insist on letting you have it because you are company." She gently pushed Grace into a roomy leather-covered armchair.

Seating herself opposite Grace, Mabel fixed her brown eyes almost gravely on her.

"Now, Grace," she said earnestly, "please tell me about this Miss Atkins of Wayne Hall." "There isn't much to tell," replied Grace.

"Did you ever see her ?" "Once." "We had a little trouble with her our very first day back," continued Grace.