The pressure tightened a little.
"I know now," cried Grace. "Why didn't I guess you first of all? It's Patience."
The hands fell away from her eyes. Grace wheeled about into a pair of encircling arms. A very tall, fair-haired young woman stood looking down on her with a face full of lively affection. "I wonder if you are as glad to see me as I am to see you, Grace," was her first speech.
"Every bit as glad," responded Grace with emphasis. "Emma and I have been looking forward to your coming every day since we came."
"Emma?" interrogated Patience. "Do you mean to tell me that Emma Dean is here?"
"Yes," replied Grace happily. "She's come back to be Miss Duncan's assistant. Isn't that splendid?"
"I've been mourning Emma among the rest of the bright departed spirits," smiled Patience, "and thinking of how dull Wayne Hall will be this year without her. Emma is Emma, you know, and cannot be duplicated, imitated nor replaced. I suppose, as a teacher, she'll live in one of the faculty houses, instead of Wayne Hall."
"She is going to have part of my suite at Harlowe House," said Grace. "But, before I say another word, where are you going?"
"To Overton Hall to see Miss Wilder."
"Can't you put off going until to-morrow morning?" asked Grace.