"Aunt Rose was telling me about her this morning at breakfast.
I supposed she was a great friend of yours." "She was, but she isn't," returned Grace.

"That's rather indefinite.
However, I'll tell you about it as we go back." "She certainly can't complain as far as looks are concerned," said Hippy.

"She must have yards of blue ribbon that she won at baby shows when but a mere infant." "Attention, boys and girls," cried Grace.

"Let us forget what has happened and have just as good a time to-night as we can.

We mustn't spoil the party." "I move that we give Grace Harlowe a special round of applause for being a heroine," cried Hippy.