She wished to be able to dismiss the affair from her mind at the earliest moment.

She had reached the cross street on which the station house was situated and was about to turn into it when she almost collided with a young woman who gave a smothered exclamation of annoyance and hurried on.

As they came together directly under the rays of the arc light, they could scarcely help recognizing each other.
"I beg your pardon," called Grace after the hurrying figure.

Then with a sudden flash of inspiration she called, "Miss West, please wait a minute." The figure halted, and in the next second Grace confronted the coldly inquiring eyes of the newspaper girl.
"Would you like a real news item for your paper ?" she asked impulsively.
Kathleen regarded her with an expression of mingled incredulity and contempt which changed to one of lively displeasure.

"Do you believe that I would accept anything from you ?" she asked tensely.
"I never thought of that," returned Grace, her color rising.