A DOUBTFUL VICTORY During the walk to Wayne Hall, Elfreda could scarcely keep pace with Grace's flying feet.

She made no complaint, however, but kept sturdily at her companion's side, holding her breath and closing her lips tightly to keep from panting.

Grace ran into her own room for a moment, then back to Elfreda, who stood waiting in the upstairs hall.
"Shall I leave you here ?" she asked in a low tone as Grace returned, a second folded paper in her hand.
"No," replied Grace.

"I think it would be well for you to go with me.

I don't know any one else I'd rather have," she added honestly.
"Thank you," bowed Elfreda, flushing and looking embarrassed at the compliment.