"Well?" inquired Emma as Grace entered.
"Pretty well," retorted Grace. "I won't know positively until to-morrow. Is Miss Ward in her room?"
"She is," stated Emma, "and, judging from the sounds, packing is in full swing. I have heard her trunk lid banging frequently and wickedly, and she is opening and shutting the drawers of her chiffonier in an anything but gentle manner."
"I must see her," declared Grace.
"Then prepare to be greeted with an icy blast," predicted Emma.
The next moment found Grace knocking on Evelyn's door.
There was a rush of steps, the door was flung open and Evelyn faced her, white and defiant.
"Miss Wilder wishes you to be in her office at four o'clock to-morrow afternoon. It will be to your interest to do as she requests," stated Grace briefly. Without giving Evelyn an opportunity for speech she turned and walked down the hall to her room.
"Back so soon and no bones broken," commented Emma.
Grace laughed a little in spite of herself. "Really, Emma, this is a serious matter," she declared. "I'm not at all sure that Miss Wilder will give Miss Ward another chance."