Laura Atkins had left the room, but Mildred Taylor, fully dressed, sat at the window looking listlessly out.

If she heard Grace's light knock she paid no attention to it.

It was not until Grace said rather diffidently, "We heard you were ill and thought we'd come in to see you," that the girl at the window turned toward Grace.
Her piquant little face was drawn and pale, and her eyes looked suspiciously red.

She eyed Grace almost sulkily, then said slowly, "It was kind of you to come, but I shall be all right to-morrow." Under Grace's serious glance her eyes fell, then, to her visitors' amazement, she burst into tears.

Grace crossed the room.