"It's good to be here, Grace," she said earnestly.
"It's good to have you here, Patience," returned Grace, in the same earnest tone.
Patience was met at the door by Emma, who had seen their approach from the living-room window, and who now pounced upon Patience and joyfully escorted her into the living-room.
"The plot thickens," declaimed Emma as the three paused in the middle of the room.

"Hurrah for the old guard! Like Macbeth's immortal witches, I'll perform my antic round, just to show how jubilant I feel." She executed a few fantastic steps about Patience, then paused beside her, one hand on her shoulder.

"Where did you acquire Patience, Grace ?" "I acquired this particular kind of Patience on the campus just a few moments ago.

I have never actually acquired the other kind." "You're not the only one," murmured Emma significantly.
"Where is our freshman-to-be ?" "In her room and fast asleep, I suppose.

Although she wouldn't admit it, I know she was completely tired out.