THE RACE "Hooray! No more horrid sums for a whole month!" Gracie Lorimer's arithmetic-book soared to the ceiling and came down with a bang while Gracie herself pivoted, not ungracefully, on her toes till sheer giddiness and exhaustion put an end to her rhapsody.

Then she staggered to Avery who was darning the family stockings by the window and flung ecstatic arms about her neck.
"Dear Mrs.Denys, aren't you glad it's holidays ?" she gasped.

"We'll give you such a lovely time!" "I'm sure you will, dear," said Avery.

"But do mind the needle!" She kissed the brilliant childish face that was pressed to hers.

She and Gracie were close friends.