A moment later the same doleful sound was again borne to her ears.

Walking quickly into the bathroom she stood by the door that opened into Evelyn Ward's room.
"It comes from Miss Ward's room," was her second surmisal.

"I wonder what I ought to do.

She is so easily offended that, if I go to her, she may resent my call and think me meddlesome and interfering." Grace continued to listen uneasily to the unmistakable sounds of grief that came from the next room.
"Something serious has certainly happened.

I can't stand it to hear her cry so.