Grace slipped the band off her arm and peered into it.
Sure enough there were rows of tiny initials inscribed on the smooth gold.
"And now let us drink a toast to our Loyalheart and go up to the Tourraine," proposed Elfreda, after the excitement attending the presentation of the bracelet had died out.

"Here's to our Loyalheart! Drink her down!" The emptied lemonade glasses were set on the table and the party rose to go.
As they were passing out, Grace and Anne walked with linked arms, determined to make the most of their brief hour together.
"Oh, Grace, I almost forgot to ask you," began Anne, "who was that beautiful girl at the next table to the alcove?
I saw you speak to her.
She was with Miss Parker, that little girl of 19-- who has so much money." "That was Evelyn Ward, Anne, and thereby hangs a tale which I'll entertain you with to-morrow.

One thing about her will interest you.

She wants to become an actress.

She thinks you are the wonder of this century.