You know she lives farther away than the rest of us.

Why can't you come down to Wildwood again?
I am nothing if not hospitable." "But it's my turn, now, J.Elfreda," protested Arline.

"Why can't you come here ?" "What's the use in taking turns ?" propounded Elfreda sturdily.

"I am an extremely selfish person who never bothers about such little things as mere 'taking turns.' Now that four of you girls have your faces set toward wedding rings, it's high time something was done to console me.
There! Resist that argument if you can.

Am I a credit to my profession, or am I not ?" "You are," chorused five laughing voices.
Several days had elapsed since Grace Harlowe had accompanied Tom Gray and his aunt on the mysterious mission that had brought her Haven Home.
Following that memorable morning, the delightful events of which had offered such signal proof of the adoration of her dear ones, Grace had moved about as one lost in a maze of quiet happiness.