I have arranged for you to room with me to-night.

Then I'll tell you all.

But not now.

No one else must know." With a soft pressure that betokened loyal sympathy, Grace released Arline's little hand and turned her attention to Kathleen, who was holding her small audience spellbound by a recital of the very audacity of her deeds as a star reporter.
"Won't you miss all that when winter comes and you cease to be Kathleen West ?" questioned Anne, a trifle anxiously.

She too had had to decide between publicity and love.