A telegram sent from New York will never give cause for gossip here." Rising to seek her traveling bag which she had deposited in the hall, she hastily rummaged in it for her fountain pen.

The sight of Mrs.
Gray's pitiful face had completely aroused her to the need for prompt action.

Re-entering the library she approached the massive writing table with the quick assured step, so characteristic of the brave spirit with which she had always faced adversity.

From a drawer of the table she selected note paper and an envelope to match and seating herself, prepared to plunge intrepidly into the writing of the most difficult letter she had ever been called upon to pen.
"Dear David:" she wrote, then groped about in her mind for the words which would best convey to Tom's chum the sorry message she was fated to deliver.

It was not a long letter, yet she knew that the recipient would read between the lines and fully comprehend the serious situation which confronted herself and Mrs.Gray.When she had finished writing it and signed her name, she next devoted her attention to the wording of a telegram to Mr.Mackenzie, setting it down on a separate sheet of paper.
"Please read them, Fairy Godmother," she requested, tendering the fruits of her painful effort to Mrs.Gray.
"You are right in believing David to be the best possible confidant," sighed the old lady as she returned the letter and telegraphic message to Grace.