There is nothing like having a modest ambition, you know." With this satirical comment the newspaper girl nodded a pert good night and left the room.
No one spoke after she had gone.
"I must go to bed," said Grace, breaking the significant silence that had fallen on the quartette.

"Come, Anne, it's twenty minutes to eleven.
Good night, girls." "What do you think of Miss West, Anne ?" asked Grace a little later as they were preparing to retire.
"I don't like to say," returned Anne slowly.

"She's remarkably bright--" Anne paused.

Her eyes met Grace's.
"I know," nodded Grace understandingly.

"We will try to keep a starboard eye on her.