But I can't leave off thinking what a lucky person Emma Dean is to have all this grandeur and Grace Harlowe thrown in." "And I can't help thinking what a lucky person Grace Harlowe is to have Emma Dean." "Then we're a mutual admiration society," finished Emma, "and there's no telling where we'll leave off." "If I didn't have to go on to Overton Hall I wouldn't wear a hat," sighed Grace, half an hour later, reaching reluctantly for her hat.

She and Emma had bathed their faces, rearranged their hair, and put on fresh lingerie blouses with their tailored suits.

"Are you ready, Emma?
I wonder if Miss Reynolds is.

I'll stop and see." Grace knocked lightly on the newcomer's door.

It was opened immediately.
"Are you ready, Miss Reynolds ?" she asked, her alert eyes noting that the offending peplum had been tucked inside the black skirt, and that Mary Reynolds with her hat off was a vast improvement on Mary Reynolds with her hat on.