Then a vision of Ida Ward's thin face, lighted by two pleading eyes, rose before her.

With an inward rebuke for her own grudging attitude, Grace squared her shoulders and resolved to look for only the best in this latest arrival.
It took but a moment to hail an automobile bus which had just run into the station yard, and they were soon on their way to Harlowe House.
Grace pointed out to Evelyn the various interesting features of Overton.
They impressed the latter but little.
"It must be a sleepy old town," she commented, as they passed through the quiet streets.

She did, however, evince some slight interest in Vinton's, remarking lightly that she supposed she would never have money enough to buy a dinner there for herself, let alone ever inviting a guest.
"Do not look at your college life through such pessimistic spectacles," advised Grace.

"You will be sure to be unhappy." Evelyn made a pettish gesture.

"You remind me of my sister, Miss Harlowe.