I can't impose upon the servants to please a girl who has no thought for any one except herself." Grace spoke rather bitterly.

Her early disappointment in Evelyn Ward had deepened as the time passed.
"I don't hear a sound from her room," commented Emma, who sat before the dressing-table brushing her long hair.

With hair brush poised in the air she listened intently.

"She is dead to the world." "Then I'll have to waken her," sighed Grace.
Stepping out into the hall she knocked lightly on Evelyn's door.
Receiving no response she knocked again, this time with more force.
"Come in," called a sleepy voice.
Grace turned the knob.

Sure enough, Evelyn lay comfortably back on her pillow, her wonderful golden hair falling in long, loose waves about her.