Now let's go upstairs, at once." Grace led the way and the trio ascended to the second story.
"I'm going to put you in this room for the present, Miss Reynolds," said Grace.

She paused before a door that faced the head of the stairs and threw it open.

It was a pretty room, papered in dainty blue and white, with a blue and white floor rug and white enameled furniture.

There were crisp, white dotted-swiss curtains at the windows and a sheer blue and white ruffled cover on the dressing table, while on the walls hung several neatly-framed water color and pen and ink sketches.
The shabby, tired girl gave a long sigh of satisfaction and weariness as she stood in the middle of the floor, her eyes eagerly devouring the pretty room.
"The bathroom is at the end of the hall," said Grace gently.

"We'll stop for you in about half an hour." The other girl did not answer, and Grace and Emma slipped away, leaving her to get used to her new surroundings.
"Well, did you ever ?" asked Emma, the moment they were inside Grace's sitting-room with the door closed.
Grace shook her head.