We are bound on a most mysterious mission.

You are the third person needed to carry it out." "I'll be with you in a moment." Turning, Grace hastened up the walk to the house, wondering mightily what lay in store for her.

"Mrs.Gray and Tom are waiting outside for me in the automobile, Mother," she announced, appearing suddenly on the shady back porch, where her mother sat quietly hemstitching a table cloth for Grace's Hope Chest.

"Come out and see them." Smiling to herself, Mrs.Harlowe laid aside her labor of love and followed her daughter's impetuous lead.

Catching up her broad-brimmed Panama hat from the hall rack, Grace placed it on her head without stopping to consult the hall mirror.