I have something very particular I want to ask you to-day." "Won't you come in ?" said the other, opening the door into the parlor, which had an air of refinement about it in spite of its utter poorness.
"Anne!" called a querulous voice down the passage.
"Yes, mother, I'm coming," answered the girl, hurrying out of the room with a frightened look in her eyes.

In a few moments she was back again.
"Please excuse me for leaving you," she said.

"My mother is an invalid and needs my sister or me with her constantly." "Her name is Anne, then," thought Grace.

"I shall call her so at once and break the ice." "Anne," she said aloud, "I think you know my friends, don't you--Jessica Bright and Nora O'Malley?
And I am Grace Harlowe." "Oh, yes," replied Anne, brightening at the friendly advances of the others.

"I remember your names from the roll call." "Of course," replied Grace.