"Oh, my motto.

It must hang directly above the archway." "Where is it ?" asked Elfreda.

"We have time to put it up before we go to luncheon, and plenty of skilled laborers." She cast a laughing glance at Tom.
"It isn't made yet," confessed Grace.

"Eva Allen's brother, who is an artist, is illuminating one for me." "What is your motto, Grace ?" asked Tom interestedly.
"'Blessed are they that have found their work,'" repeated Grace, her eyes on the spot where she intended the precious motto to hang.

Mrs.
Gray had walked on into the hall, so there was only one pair of eyes to see the sudden tightening of Tom's lips and the look of wistfulness which crept into his face, and that pair of eyes belonged to Elfreda.
"He cares a whole lot more for Grace than she cares for him," was Elfreda's quick appraisal.