I don't wish to talk to any one," wailed Mildred.
Grace walked toward the door, her eyes on the weeping girl.

Anne, who had kept strictly in the background during the little scene, stepped out into the hall, Grace following.
"That was hardly my idea of a cordial reception," was Anne's dry comment as they entered their own room.
"That young woman has something on her mind," declared Grace.

"Her illness is not physical.

It is mental.

Either some one has torn her feelings to shreds or else she has done something she is ashamed of and remorse has overtaken her." "Unless she has had bad news from home or has been conditioned," suggested Anne.
"I don't believe it's either," said Grace, shaking her head.