So far it had brought her Mary Reynolds, but somewhere in the world there were thirty-one other girls whose faces were set toward Overton and Harlowe House.
A peculiar wave of dismay swept over Grace at the thought of actually being responsible for the welfare of so many persons.

The old saying concerning the rushing in of fools where angels walk warily came involuntarily to her mind.

Then she laughed and squaring her capable shoulders murmured half aloud, "I'm neither a fool nor an angel.

I'm just Grace Harlowe, a 'mere ordinary human being,' as Hippy would put it.

I'm not going to be so silly as to expect to get along with a whole houseful of girls without some friction.