I must be off.

I will see you at dinner." Grace was out of the room and down the stairs in a twinkling.

As she set off toward Ruth's at a rapid pace she wondered if there was not some way in which she might capitulate with this strange girl who seemed so determined to blot the pages of her freshman year with unworthy deeds.
"I am so disappointed," Grace reflected.

"I did wish to like her because she was Mabel's friend, but she is so--so--different." It cost Grace an effort to end her sentence mildly.

"But I'm not going to gossip about her, even to myself." After ringing three times Ruth's tired-eyed landlady opened the door to Grace with a mumbled apology about being in the attic when the bell rang.