Perhaps I can be of some service to you.

I've wanted to know you ever since you won the freshman prize last June, and so has Anne Pierson.

She won the prize the year before, you know." The girl nodded, but she could not sufficiently control herself to speak.
Grace stood silently waiting until the other should find her voice.

A moment more and Mabel Allison began to speak in a plaintive little voice that went straight to Grace's heart: "You are Grace Harlowe.

I believe every girl in Oakdale High School knows you.