But where is this wonderful young woman who is outstripping our brilliant Miriam?
I feel a great curiosity to see her." "Anne Pierson, Anne Pierson!" called several voices, while Grace began to search through the rooms and hall.
At the first mention of her name Anne had darted from her seat behind the lemonade bowl, and rushed to the nearest shelter, which was the conservatory.
Grace found her, at last, in the conservatory crouched behind a palm.
"Come here, you foolish child!" exclaimed Grace.

"You are wanted at once.

Why did you run and hide?
Mrs.Gray--the great Mrs.Gray--wishes to meet you.

Think of that!" Anne clasped the girl's strong hand with her two small ones.
"Oh, Grace," she whispered, "won't you excuse me?
I--I----" "You what?
Silly, come right along!" Grace fairly dragged the trembling little figure into the drawing room, where a silence had fallen over the group of young girls who watched the scene.
"Tut, tut, my dear!" exclaimed Mrs.Gray gently.

"You mustn't be afraid of me.