To use slang, which you know I can't resist using occasionally, I hot-footed it for the station the minute Ma said I could come." "Which letter do you mean, Elfreda ?" asked Grace in a puzzled tone.
"Why the one from Mrs.Gray, of course," returned Elfreda.

"Isn't she here ?" "Yes, but--" "Grace! Elfreda!" called Mrs.Gray from the head of the stairs, "come up here, children." "Come on." Grace seized Elfreda's heavy suit case and started up the stairs.

Elfreda followed with alacrity.

"Now," laughed Grace, as she stepped into Mrs.Gray's room, "I demand an explanation." She laid her hands lightly upon the old lady's shoulders, smiling down at her, then bent and kissed her cheek.
"This is certainly a happy meeting," declared Elfreda, as she embraced Mrs.Gray, who rose to greet her.
"I'm so glad you could come, my dear.

I knew that Grace would miss her friends dreadfully when she came back here.