If she knew how dreadfully I felt about Father it would partly spoil her pleasure this evening.

I'll try to act as though nothing unpleasant had happened," decided Grace as she followed Mabel into what she had termed her "quarters." Grace could not refrain from giving a soft exclamation of delight as she gazed admiringly about the beautiful room into which she was ushered.
"This is my own particular hanging-out place," laughed Mabel "When I am at home, which is seldom, I spend most of my time in here.

See my desk! I'll tell you a secret, Grace.

I am writing a novel.

It's more than half done, too.