Her hand on the door, she said earnestly, "I'd love to go, Grace.

I might know that you and Anne couldn't rest without championing some one's cause." "What about you and J.Elfreda ?" questioned Grace slyly.
"Oh, that's different," retorted Miriam.

Opening the door she glanced about the room.

Her own side was in perfect order, but J.Elfreda's half looked as though it had been visited by a cyclone.

The cover of her couch bed was pulled askew and the sofa pillows ornamented the floor.
Shoes and stockings were scattered about in wild disorder.