When she raised her eyes from it her face wore an expression of mingled horrified suspicion and unbelief.

Surely it could not be possible, and yet--before her mental eyes flashed the vision of that wet January afternoon when she had come back to Harlowe House from her Christmas vacation and had been greeted by the sound of Evelyn's sobs as she passed her door.

How she had gone to Evelyn's room and there heard the pitiful story of Ida Ward's illness and her failure to send Evelyn's college fees, and of how, through the Semper Fidelis Fund, she had come forward and bridged Evelyn's difficulty.
What did it mean?
"She must have--" muttered Grace.

In her agitation she spoke aloud.

Then she stopped abruptly.