Miss Ainslee informed her visitors of this fact with an unmistakable sigh of relief that Grace interpreted with a slight smile.

As she went slowly down the stairs to the living room, followed by Arline, whose baby face wore an expression of deepest gloom, the door bell rang and the maid admitted the newspaper girl.

She swept past the two juniors who stood at the foot of the stairs without the slightest sign of recognition, and neither girl saw the look of triumph that animated her face the instant she had turned her back upon them and hurried up the stairs.
"What shall we do ?" asked Arline as once more they seated themselves at the library table opposite each other.
"We can't do anything until we find the girl who listened, and the question is how are we to find her ?" Grace made a little gesture of despair.
Arline shrugged her dainty shoulders.

"I don't know.

Perhaps she will never repeat what she has heard.