We shall know by next June just what it costs for the up-keep of a house like Harlowe House.

This year, however, we are bound to do more or less experimenting." Grace gazed pleadingly at Emma, who stood in the middle of the station platform, her heavy eyebrows drawn together in deep thought.
"I'm going for that taxicab," said Grace, as Emma still remained silent.
"There's one coming into the station yard now." She signalled to the driver, who drew up directly in front of where they were standing, then sprang out and began loading the girls' luggage in the car.
"Come on, Emma," coaxed Grace.

"You can finish making up your mind on the way to Harlowe House." Emma turned to her friend with a face full of affectionate gratitude.
"I'm going to accept your offer, Grace," she declared.

"In fact, I can't resist it.

I am sure you want me to come and I don't know of any other place where I'd rather be.