"There she is!" Grace hurried forward, her hands outstretched. The next
instant they were held in Mrs. Elwood's welcoming grasp, while she kissed
Grace's soft cheek.

"My dear, dear girl!" she exclaimed, a suspicious moisture in her kindly
blue eyes. "It does seem good to see you again. I'm very glad to welcome
you to Overton, Mrs. Gray," she turned to shake hands with the donor of
Harlowe House, "and delighted to know that you are going to stay with me
instead of going to the Tourraine. Miss Harlowe's old room is ready for
her, and I'm going to put you in the room Miss Nesbit and Miss Briggs used
to have."

"You'll be haunted by the kimono-clad shades of Miriam and Elfreda
drinking tea and eating cakes at unseemly hours of the night," laughed
Grace.

"How are all my girls?" asked Mrs. Elwood. "I don't know what I shall do
without them this year. You will have to come and see me often and tell me
all about them, Miss Harlowe. Now let me see. There ought to be a taxicab
just the other side of the station. Yes, there it is."

The driver touched his cap smilingly to Grace as they climbed into the
automobile, "It does look good to see you here again, miss," he said
respectfully.

"Thank you. I'm glad to see you again." Grace beamed whole-heartedly upon
him. How many times he had carried her to and from the station. It was he
who had driven the car on that memorable day when Ruth Denton had gone to
the station to meet her father. Grace's eyes grew dreamy as they passed
through the familiar streets. How much had happened since the time when