It was fifteen minutes past seven by the city hall clock, and she did not wish to be late.

The girls had agreed to be there by half past seven.

She was almost across the square when her ear caught the sound of a low sob.
Grace glanced quickly about.

The square was practically deserted, but under one of the great trees, curled up on a bench, was a girl.

Without an instant's hesitation Grace made for the bench.