Now, one of us must go to Kathleen." "You go," insisted Patience.

"I'll drop in later." Grace went into the house and upstairs, hardly knowing what to do or say.

She knocked gently on Kathleen's door, then at sound of a muffled "Come," turned the knob and stepped inside.

Kathleen had thrown herself face downward upon her couch, her face buried in the cushions.

Without raising her head, she faltered, "Is it you, Grace ?" "Yes," answered Grace softly, as she approached the couch on which Kathleen lay.
"I knew you would come--you and Patience." "Patience is downstairs," returned Grace.