She will go directly to the Wicks-Hampton faction with the news.

She may have gone already." [Illustration: "She was Standing Close to the Door."] "This is dreadful," gasped Grace in consternation, "but our own fault.
Will I ever learn to keep my door closed and either whisper my secrets or else lock them behind my lips ?" "It was my fault," declared Arline contritely.

"I was shouting, 'Ruth's father found at last!' at the top of my voice.

Grace told me to subside." "Perhaps she only heard that much," comforted Elfreda, trying to be a little more hopeful.
"Suppose she tells Ruth," suggested Arline nervously.
Grace's eyes met those of her friend's in genuine alarm.

Without a word she went to the closet and reaching for her coat and furs slipped them on.