I can't blame you for wanting to dress up in it beforehand.

I take back all my croaking.

Here's hoping good luck will roost permanently on your doorstep." "It ought to," was Grace's fervent response, "with everyone so perfectly sweet to me and with all the trouble that Mother is taking to give me pleasure.

I feel as though----" The reverberating peal of the door bell cut Grace's words short.

"Don't answer it until I am out of sight!" she exclaimed, scurrying nimbly toward the hall.