"She was far too clever to give me the faintest inkling of the truth.

I used to wonder why she was always so noncommittal about things at Overton.

I laid it to her peculiar temperament, never suspecting that she had good reason for refusing to discuss her college life.

I had an idea her cleverness would pave the way to great things for her at Overton.

I supposed her to be very popular." "Wait until I finish my discourse," smiled Grace, "then you shall hear what Patience, the All Wise, thinks of her." She went over rather hurriedly her recognition of "Larry, the Locksmith" in the streets of Overton, of how she had trailed him within sight of his hiding place, and of her tardy remembrance of her promise to her father.