Come into the library and sit down in your own favorite chair." Bravely stifling her own heavy anxiety, Grace wrapped an affectionate arm about the dainty little old lady and drew her into the long room which had been the scene of so many of their confidential talks.
"There you are!" she nodded, striving to smile.

"Just a moment until I get rid of my hat and coat and I'll curl up on the floor at your feet.
Then we can talk things over and find out what's to be done." "You are a dear good child," quavered Mrs.Gray.Under the white glow of the electric lamp, her Dresden-shepherdess face looked pinched and wan.
Fear and uncertainty had robbed her small features of that look of perennial youth which so individualized her.

"It was thoughtful in you to telegraph me that you were coming.

I knew then that you hadn't heard from Tom, but I knew, too, that you would soon be here." "I hated to telegraph you, knowing you'd worry even more.

Still it seemed best." Now ensconced at Mrs.Gray's feet, Grace possessed herself of the older woman's hand.