CHAPTER IV.
"TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE" "Well, Daffydowndilly, what is on your mind ?" began Grace when the last gay good-night had sounded and Arline had closed the door of her dainty blue and white room.
"Let's get comfy first.

I can talk a great deal better." Arline began a listless unfastening of her fluffy lingerie frock, her eyes fixed moodily on Grace.
"All right." Grace had already divested herself of her gown of soft white China silk and was now seated before the dressing table energetically brushing her wealth of golden brown hair.
Nothing more was said until, with a little fluttering sigh, Arline had curled up like a kitten at Grace's feet, her golden head resting against her friend's knee.

Smiling tenderly down on her, Grace could not help noting how utterly like a tired child she looked in her baby-blue negligee.

"Now is the time for all good Sempers and true to come to the aid of their comrades," she encouraged with a smile.
"Grace," Arline lifted solemn blue eyes, "have you ever for one minute been sorry that you gave up your work for--for--the sake of--love ?" "No." Grace shook a decided head.

Inwardly she wondered a little at the question.