"We are almost there, Emma," she reminded.
Emma glanced out of the window, then closed her book and began to gather up her belongings.
"I wonder how things are at Harlowe House," mused Grace, as they crossed the station platform.

"Come on, Emma.

There's a taxicab just turning into the station driveway." Three minutes later they were speeding through the silent streets.

It was after nine o'clock and there were few persons passing.
"No place like home," caroled Emma as they let themselves into Harlowe House.

In the living-room they found Louise Sampson and half a dozen girls.