"I wonder if there is anything else to be done," murmured Grace, surveying
the living-room with anxious eyes. "Oh, my motto. It must hang directly
above the archway."

"Where is it?" asked Elfreda. "We have time to put it up before we go to
luncheon, and plenty of skilled laborers." She cast a laughing glance at
Tom.

"It isn't made yet," confessed Grace. "Eva Allen's brother, who is an
artist, is illuminating one for me."

"What is your motto, Grace?" asked Tom interestedly.

"'Blessed are they that have found their work,'" repeated Grace, her eyes
on the spot where she intended the precious motto to hang. Mrs. Gray had
walked on into the hall, so there was only one pair of eyes to see the
sudden tightening of Tom's lips and the look of wistfulness which crept
into his face, and that pair of eyes belonged to Elfreda.

"He cares a whole lot more for Grace than she cares for him," was
Elfreda's quick appraisal. "At heart, Grace is still a little girl, and
will be for a long time to come. I hope when she does wake up it won't be
another prince who will do the awakening."



CHAPTER IV

THE SECRET SESSION