"She's getting off at the upper end of the train." An alert little figure in a gray coat suit came swinging down the platform, a suit case in each hand, her keen, dark eyes scanning every face.

Suddenly she caught sight of her friends.

Dropping her luggage she ran forward, both hands extended.

Grace caught them in hers.

The two embraced, then Grace passed Kathleen on to Patience.
"And to think that Emma Dean is to be one of us!" exclaimed Kathleen.
"Emma, the one sure and certain cure for the blues.