With one accord they turned about, hurrying to the veranda at the front of the house in time to see Grace and Anne approaching.

Both girls were laden with luggage, while between them walked an alert little figure, tugging a bag of golf sticks, a fat, black leather hand bag and a camera.
"What manner of woman have we here ?" muttered Elfreda, regarding the newcomer with quizzical eyes.
But before Miriam found time to reply the newcomer set her luggage in the middle of the walk, and running up to Miriam and Elfreda, said with a frank laugh: "This is Miriam and this is Elfreda.

You see I know both of you from Mabel's description." "Who--what--" began Elfreda.
"Girls," said Grace, who had by this time come up with the animated stranger, "this is Miss West, a friend of Mabel Ashe's.

My telegram was from Mabel asking me to meet Miss West, and as Anne and I were on the porch when it came, and the train we were to meet was due, we didn't stop for explanations or hats, but raced down the street as fast as we could go." While Grace was talking, Kathleen West was shaking hands vigorously with Miriam and Elfreda.

"I'm so glad to know you," she said, "and I think I'm going to like you.