But she _does_ look sweet, doesn't she ?" "As pretty as a picture, Mrs.Gray," answered Grace, kissing the old lady's peach blossom cheek.

"But they are coming.

I hear them on the walk.

We must get behind the scenes and see that everything is all ready." The big drawing room of the Gray house was soon full of young people watching the folding doors leading into the library with expectant faces.

In the hall a string orchestra was discoursing soft music and the place was filled with the hum of conversation and low laughter.