“Don’t like her,” finished Emma calmly.
“No, I don’t,” returned Grace, with sudden vigor, “but how did you know it?”
“Because I don’t like her, either. I was introduced to her yesterday afternoon in Miss Wilder’s office. I didn’t tell you, because I wished you to form your own impression of her, first hand.”
“She was positively rude to me, Emma. She made me feel like a little girl. She said I looked more like a student than a person in charge of a campus house.”
“I agree with her,” was Emma’s bland reply. “You might easily be taken for a freshman.”
“But she didn’t mean it in the nice way that you do,” said Grace. “I hope she never comes to inspect Harlowe House. She will be sure to find fault.”
“She’ll have to make a sharp search,” predicted Emma. “We won’t worry about it until she comes, will we? Now, what else is on your mind?”
“The Riddle,” admitted Grace. She related what she had heard from Kathleen regarding the sale.
“H-m-m!” was Emma’s dry response. “They took good care that I shouldn’t hear of it.”
“I’m so sorry Evelyn lent herself to something she knew would displease me,” mourned Grace.