Now let me put a tiny bit of powder on your face to scare away the tear stains and we'll be off." The obnoxious helmet-like hat did not seem so unbecoming, now that Mary's curls peeped from under it, and Grace felt a certain degree of satisfaction in her efforts to make the new girl at least presentable.
She decided that once her large brown eyes had lost their scared, anxious expression and her thin face had grown plump, Mary would be really pretty.
During luncheon at Vinton's Grace quietly studied her charge.

There was something about Mary that reminded one of Ruth Denton, she decided.

She and Emma made every effort to put the prospective freshman at her ease.
By common consent they refrained from asking any questions likely to produce another flood of tears.

As for Mary herself, although visibly embarrassed at the ultra-smartness of Vinton's, the attention of the waiter, and the puzzling array of knives, forks and spoons, she managed, by watching Grace and Emma, to acquit herself with credit.

Thanks to Emma's never-failing flow of humorous remarks the luncheon proved to be a merry meal and before it ended the forlorn girl looked almost happy.
"I'll see you later," said Grace, as they paused for a moment in front of Vinton's.