"Not a bit.

On the contrary, I'm wide awake." "Then let's doff our festival garb, clothe our magnificent selves in kimonos and have a talking-bee," proposed Emma joyfully.

"I'll give you a faithful account of affairs in darkest Deanery, if you will agree to furnish me with an equally detailed account of Harloweville doings.

Is it a go ?" "It is," acceded Grace with equal heartiness.
A little later, seated Turk fashion on Grace's bed, the two tried comrades indulged in one of the protracted talks that had invariably ended their day's work when together at Harlowe House.

It was an extremely confidential session, yet there was one bit of information which Grace could not find it in her heart to divulge.