She went slowly and decorously upstairs, with that indescribable subdued face, and bade everybody good-night without looking at them.
Eeny, who shared Grace's room, sat on a stool before the bedroom fire a long time that night, looking dreamily into the glowing coals.
Grace, sitting beside her, combing out her own long hair, watched her in silence.
Presently Eeny looked up.
"How odd it seems to think of her being married." "Who ?" "Rose.

It seems queer, somehow.

I don't mind Kate.

I heard before ever she came here that she was going to be married; but Rose--I can't realize it." "I have known it this long time," said Grace.

"She told me the day she returned from Ottawa.