"I haven't even formed an opinion of Miss West yet.

I wonder how long she has known Mabel Ashe?
Not very long, I'll wager." An hour later Grace appeared in the door, waving a letter.

"Here's Mabel's letter!" she cried.

"Come into my room, and we will read it." "The letter was not far behind the telegram," remarked Anne, as she closed the door of their room and seated herself on the couch beside Miriam.
"Do hurry, Grace, and read us what Mabel has to offer on the subject of Kathleen Mavourneen--West, I mean," corrected Elfreda with a giggle.
Grace unfolded the letter and began to read: "MY DEAR GRACE:-- "Please forgive me for neglecting you so shamefully, but I am now wrestling with a real job on a real newspaper and am so occupied with trying to keep it that I haven't had time to think of anything else.

Father is deeply disgusted with my journalistic efforts.