Then, turning to Grace, she said defiantly: "Give me my copy.

I don't wish to rewrite it and I am going to send it to-night." "I'm sorry you won't be fair about this, Miss West," said Grace regretfully, "but perhaps I can induce you to change your mind." "I don't understand you," said Kathleen West stiffly.
Grace held a folded paper before the newspaper girl's eyes.
"Here is the letter you wrote the dean regarding our bazaar.

The dean gave it to me.

She does not nor never will know who wrote it, unless you, yourself, tell her.

That is something, however, that you and your conscience must decide.