Besides it looks so cosy and informal." As Grace ate her luncheon that day her eyes wandered to the various tables.

She was speculating as to where she would seat Evelyn Ward.
Already she thought of her as one of her girls.
At precisely four o'clock the door bell rang and the maid ushered Ida Ward into the living-room.

Her large eyes were wide with anxiety and suspense as she sat nervously on the edge of her chair, trying to appear composed.

She tried to answer Grace's reassuring smile, but her anxious eyes belied her wanly-smiling lips.
"I have good news for you, Miss Ward," said Grace brightly.

"I have made room for your sister.