"Did we ever tell you about it ?" "No; but in the event of its publication I speak now for an autographed copy," returned Patience, with twinkling eyes.
"I'll have one done up for you in crushed Levant," was Elfreda's prompt offer.
"This is our church," proclaimed Mabel.

The car found a place for itself in the long line of automobiles drawn up at the curb, and, alighting from it, the party made their way sedately up the broad stone walk to the main entrance of the stately, gray stone edifice.
During the beautiful Thanksgiving service Grace's thoughts would drift into the same painful channel that she had inwardly vowed to avoid.

The sweetness of the music made her think of home, and the earnest words of the minister sank deep into her heart.

She, who had so much to thank her father and mother for, had carelessly allowed the name of Harlowe to be dragged into the limelight of police court news.

She was unworthy of her parents' confidence.