"I'm sure I heard some one say that both Miss Wicks and Miss Hampton live there," Grace reflected.

"I don't like to do it, but it's the only thing I can think of to do." Squaring her shoulders Grace crossed the campus, a look of determination on her fine face.

Mounting the steps of Stuart Hall she deliberately rang the bell.
Miss Wicks and Miss Hampton were both in, the maid stated, ushering Grace into the big, attractively furnished living room.

A moment later there was a scurry of footsteps on the stairs and Alberta Wicks, followed by Mary Hampton, entered the room.
Grace rose from her chair to greet them.

"Good afternoon," she said pleasantly.