Looking back to-night, Grace sighed to think how pleasant it had all been, now that it was over.

It had been such a quiet, untroubled time--she sole mistress, Rose's fits of ill-temper and Eeny's fits of illness the only drawback.

And now it was at an end forever.

The heiress of Danton Hall was coming to wield the sceptre, and a new era would dawn with the morrow.
There was a tap at the door, and a voice asking: "May I come in, Grace ?" and Grace woke up from her dreaming.
"Yes, Eeny," she said; and Eeny came in, looking at her searchingly.
"Have you been crying ?" she asked, taking a stool at her feet.
"Crying?
no! What should I cry for ?" "You look so solemn.

I heard your visitor go, and ran up.