It was less than a week until Thanksgiving.

It looked as though the girls were practicing economy.

This accounted for the slim patronage.

Grace ate her dinner with one eye on the door, vainly hoping for the entrance of some one she knew.

But no one of her friends appeared, and without waiting for dessert she asked the waitress for her check and left the restaurant to go on her disagreeable errand.
It was not a long walk to the police station, and Grace resolved to go there with all possible speed.