I think she is perfectly grand to do it.

I've always thought she was grand--ever since she took me under her wing at school when I was terribly 'country' and frightened; but she was so sweet and kind she made me forget.

She was the pet of the school, too, always doing things for the other girls, for everybody; looking out for people simply heads and heads bigger than herself, and so recklessly generous and so funny about it; and always thoughtful and--and--pleasant----" Minnie was speaking sadly, mechanically; but suddenly she broke off with a quick sob, sprang up and went to the window; then, turning, cried out: "I don't believe it! He knew how to take care of himself too well.

He'd have got away from them." Her father shook his head.

"Then why hasn't he turned up?
He'd have gone home after the storm if something bad wasn't the matter." "But nothing--nothing _that_ bad could have happened.