CHAPTER XXII.
TWO LETTERS Shortly after Grace returned to her room Emma joined her.
"Where did you go?
You are not the only one whose correspondents rose nobly to the occasion," she exulted, holding up several letters.

"You haven't read yours yet, have you.

Let's get ready for bed, put on our dressing gowns, and have a letter reading orgy." "All right," agreed Grace.

"I've already opened one of mine.

It was from Anne.