He says, 'I shall never look upon his like again.' Substituting 'her' for 'his,' that is exactly what I think about Grace." * * * * * The next morning Grace awoke with the feeling of one who has had something disagreeable suddenly disappear from her life.

"What happened last night ?" she asked herself, then smiled as the memory of what had passed the evening before returned.

"I'm so glad," she said half under her breath.
"Glad of what ?" asked Anne, who, wrapped in her kimono, sat sleepily on the edge of her bed, trying to make up her mind to stay awake.
"That Alberta Wicks came to see me," replied Grace.

"I hate quarrels and misunderstandings, Anne, yet I seem destined to become involved in them.
Do you suppose it is because I have a quarrelsome disposition ?" Grace had slipped out of bed, and, wrapping herself in her bath robe, trotted across the room and seated herself beside Anne, one arm thrown across her friend's shoulder.
"Quarrelsome?
You are a positive snapping turtle," Anne assured her gravely.

"I am so glad I have only one more year of your detestable society before me.