"I meant to come to Wayne Hall, but----" She paused, then said with a touch of her old defiance, "I might as well tell you the truth, I am rather afraid of the girls there." "'Afraid of the girls!'" repeated Grace.

"Why are you afraid of them, Alberta ?" "Because I've been so disagreeable," was the low reply.

"They were very sweet with me the night of your tea party, but I felt as though they bore with me for your sake." "On the contrary, they were pleased to entertain you," replied Grace with a sincerity that even Alberta could not doubt.

"I hope you will come again soon, and I wish you would bring Miss Hampton with you." "Thank you," returned Alberta, but her hesitating reply was equivalent to refusal.
"She wants to come, but she still believes we don't like her," reflected Grace, as Alberta said good-bye and walked away with an almost dejected expression on her face.

"Now is the time to put my plan into execution.
I had forgotten it until seeing Alberta brought it back to me.