"I should say not.

I think you have beautiful hair.

Why, what is it, Miss Reynolds ?" For, with a queer, choking cry, the odd little stranger threw herself face downward on the bed and sobbed disconsolately.
Grace stood silent, watching the sob-wracked figure with puzzled, sympathetic eyes.

Emma appeared in the doorway, her eyebrows elevated in astonishment.

Grace motioned for her to come in.