"Suppose I say what you just said happens to apply to this case, and leave the rest to your imagination." "Very neatly put," was Patience's grim answer.

"My imagination is quite equal to the strain.

As her roommate, I can draw upon fact rather than imagination." "Yet I have a curious feeling that you are going to succeed where we have failed.

You are so strong and capable and----" Grace's earnest eyes looked their confidence in Patience, as she groped for the word that would describe her friend.

"I can't think of the right word now, but you understand me.