And it was so good to know that all her plans had worked out happily, and her Christmas gifts for the girls were just what she wanted them to be.

Her thoughts strayed away from the service a moment to recall the little bundles she had hidden in Elise's and A.O.'s suit-cases, and the package she had ready for Ethelinda, a prettily scalloped linen cover for her dressing-table with her initials, worked in handsome block letters in the centre.
No regrets clouded her face next morning, when she stood at the door, watching the last 'bus load of merry girls start home for the holidays.
She was not going home herself.

Arizona was too far away.

But she had something more thrilling than that in prospect--a visit to Joyce in New York, she and Betty, and Christmas day with Eugenia, at the beautiful Tremont home out on the Hudson.

She had been hearing about it for the last two years.