I thought you--" "Waffles!" exclaimed Elfreda, rolling her eyes in ecstacy.

"If I'd had fifty breakfasts I couldn't resist waffles.

Thank goodness Vinton's wasn't open." "Aren't waffles supposed to be fattening ?" inquired Grace judiciously.
"Don't ask me," was Elfreda's fervent protest.

"I've set my mind on eating them, even though I have to walk to Hunter's Rock and back in the glare of the noonday sun to counteract their deadly effects." It was a merry trio that gathered around the table which Mrs.Elwood had set on the roomy, vine-covered back porch, and it was fully an hour after they sat down to breakfast before they rose to go upstairs and make ready for their visit to Harlowe House.
"There is no use in trying to begin our real work to-day," declared Grace, as the three left Mrs.Elwood's and strolled slowly along College Street in the direction of the caretaker's house.

Mr.Symes, who had faithfully executed so many commissions for Grace, had been selected as the best possible person to look after the house.