"I know something of how greatly Miss Ward has tried your patience, and if I do decide to give her an opportunity to begin over again it will be largely because you have asked me." When Grace let herself into Harlowe House a little later a hasty glance into the dining-room revealed the fact that dinner was over.

"I'll come down and get mine after awhile," she decided, and ran upstairs to her own room.
"Well ?" inquired Emma as Grace entered.
"Pretty well," retorted Grace.

"I won't know positively until to-morrow.
Is Miss Ward in her room ?" "She is," stated Emma, "and, judging from the sounds, packing is in full swing.

I have heard her trunk lid banging frequently and wickedly, and she is opening and shutting the drawers of her chiffonier in an anything but gentle manner." "I must see her," declared Grace.
"Then prepare to be greeted with an icy blast," predicted Emma.
The next moment found Grace knocking on Evelyn's door.
There was a rush of steps, the door was flung open and Evelyn faced her, white and defiant.
"Miss Wilder wishes you to be in her office at four o'clock to-morrow afternoon.

It will be to your interest to do as she requests," stated Grace briefly.