"I read it in your face." "Oh, why wasn't I with you ?" was Elfreda's regretful cry.

"I have always longed to be concerned in a real melodrama." Miriam, alone, made no comment.

She regarded Grace with an intent gaze that made the latter ask quickly: "What is the matter, Miriam?
Don't you approve of my evening's work?
I know Father and Mother won't.

I must write them to-morrow.

Still, I could hardly have done otherwise." "Of course you couldn't," assured Miriam.