"I would like to have a talk with you after luncheon," she said in a guarded voice.
"Then come into my room," returned Grace softly.
During the progress of the meal Kathleen West appeared, silent and morose.

She nodded slightly to several girls, favored Grace and Patience with an unspeakably insolent glance, then turned her undivided attention to her luncheon.
"Why won't you tell me what happened ?" was Patience's abrupt question when Grace had beckoned her into her room and closed the door.

"She is my roommate, you see, and unless you enlighten me as to the nature of her crime I shall not know just how to proceed with her." "I don't like to tell tales," demurred Grace.

"Still, I believe I am justified in repeating the story to you, Patience.

You have no illusions regarding Kathleen." "None whatever," smiled Patience, but a disapproving frown wrinkled her forehead at the recital of Kathleen's treachery.