I am so glad she invited you." Grace crossed the hall to her own room.

Anne was rearranging her hair preparatory to going down to dinner.
"I think I'll do my hair over again," decided Grace.

"That run across the campus shook most of my hairpins loose.

It will be at least ten minutes before the bell rings, so I shall have plenty of time." But her hair proved refractory and the clang of the dinner bell found her tucking in a last unruly lock.

"I'm going on downstairs, Grace," called Anne from the doorway.
"All right," answered Grace.