I want to see how it seems to have my dearest friend in my room, all to myself." "All right," laughed Grace.

"I'll get my books." Five minutes later she reappeared and, cosily establishing herself in the Morris chair that Miriam insisted she should occupy, the girls began their work.

For the time being silence reigned, broken only by the sound of turning leaves or an occasional question on the part of one or the other of the two.

Finally Miriam closed her book triumphantly.

"That's done," she exulted.