She also imagined she noticed a fleeting gleam of malice in Alberta Wicks's face as the senior passed their table.

Inwardly censuring herself for allowing any such impression to creep into her mind, Grace dismissed it with an impatient little shake of the head.
The walking party indulged in a second round of ices before leaving Vinton's.

Everyone seemed to be in a particularly happy mood, and long afterward Grace looked back on this night as one of the particular occasions of her junior year, when everyone and everything seemed to be in absolute harmony.
All the way home this exalted, elated mood remained with her.

She smiled to herself as she leisurely prepared for bed at the recollection of her happy evening.

Elfreda's sharp, familiar knock on the door caused her to start slightly, then she called, "Come in!" "Hasn't Anne come home yet ?" asked Elfreda, glancing about her, then, shuffling across the room in her satin mules, she curled herself comfortably on the end of Grace's couch, and, surveying Grace with friendly, half-quizzical eyes, said shrewdly, "Well, what's the latest on the bulletin board ?" "I don't know," smiled Grace.