She leaned forward, with the eager question: "Am I wrong or does your face tell me that there is a chance for Evelyn ?" For the first time she mentioned her sister's name.
"'Evelyn,'" repeated Grace half musingly.

"What a pretty name.

How old is your sister, Miss Ward ?" "She was eighteen last August." "I can make you no definite promise yet," returned Grace slowly.

"Could you come to see me this afternoon at four o'clock?
I shall know then whether the plan I have in mind can be carried out." "I will come," promised the woman eagerly, her eyes kindling with happy light.

"I thank you for your kindness." Her voice trembled with gratitude.