"Come on, then."

"I think I'll wait for you on the veranda, children," said Mrs. Gray.
"Don't stay upstairs too long. I should like to go back to Mrs. Elwood's,
telephone for a taxicab, and make a call upon Dr. Morton this morning."

"We'll hurry," promised Grace, as they ascended the open staircase which
led to the second floor. "These are to be my quarters," she announced,
opening a door at the end of the hall on the left side of the stairs.
"This left wing was designed especially for me. The right wing has the
same amount of space, but it is divided into two bedrooms. But the left
has a sitting-room and bedroom, with a bathroom between the two. It seems
selfish in me to have so much room, but Mrs. Gray insists that I need it
and wishes me to be thoroughly comfortable. She wanted me to have
circassian walnut bedroom furniture, but I chose oak. I don't wish my
rooms to suggest luxury. It wouldn't seem in touch with the spirit of my
undertaking."

Elfreda regarded Grace with loving admiration. "You're the squarest,
fairest girl I ever knew or even expect to know, Grace," was her tribute.
"And you deserve the best that the Harlowe House girls can give you."



CHAPTER III

AN UNEXPECTED CALLER