If it were from her mother or father she could read it over and over before bedtime and go to sleep happy in the possession of it, and if it were from one of her numerous friends it would be joyfully received.
The handwriting on the envelope Grace took from the bulletin board looked strangely familiar.

Tearing it open, she glanced hastily over the few lines of the letter, an expression of incredulity in her eyes, for the note said:-- "MY DEAR MISS HARLOWE:-- "May I come to Wayne Hall to see you to-morrow evening at half-past seven o'clock?
Please leave note in the bulletin board stating whether this will be convenient for you.
"Yours sincerely, "ALBERTA WICKS." Grace read the note again, then mechanically folding it, returned it to its envelope, and walked slowly back to Wayne Hall divided between her disappointment in the letter, and speculation as to the purport of Alberta Wicks's proposed call..