ELFREDA SHOWS GRACE THE WAY Mabel's dance was an occasion long to be discussed and remembered, and the remaining two days of the girls' Thanksgiving vacation were so crowded with the amusements she had planned for them that the moments flitted by on wings.

Their visit to the offices of the great newspaper on whose staff both Mabel Ashe and Kathleen West were enrolled was a red-letter event.

They had penetrated even to the fastnesses of the local room and art department, and were duly impressed with all they saw.
In the local room they had caught a brief glimpse of Kathleen West.

She was seated at a desk at the lower end of the long room, writing industriously.

So intent was she upon her work, that, either by accident or design, she failed to see the little group of sight-seers, who stood watching the rows of clicking typewriters, operated by the reporters of the various departments who were preparing copy for the composing room.
At the moment Grace had spied the newspaper girl hard at work a wave of admiration had swept over her for this strange young woman who had treated her so badly.