Wait a moment." She sprang to her open writing desk and seizing a piece of paper and a pencil wrote energetically for a moment.
"Here it is." She laid it before Grace, who picked it up and read, "Miss Ida Ward, 320 Duverne Street, Albany, N.Y." A puzzled frown wrinkled Grace's forehead.

"I thought your sister told me she lived in Burton.

I must have misunderstood her." "So we did," put in Evelyn hurriedly, "but Ida is spending the winter with my aunt in Albany.

She went there just before she was taken ill.

We may never go back to Burton again to live.