"Poor Marian," said Grace. "She certainly has been very foolish to leave her real friends and put her faith in people like Eleanor and that Henry Hammond. I have been afraid all along that she would be bitterly disillusioned. I think I'd better go to see her to-night."
"Why, I thought she wasn't on speaking terms with the Phi Sigma Tau!" exclaimed Ruth.
"Speaking terms or not, I'm going to find out what the trouble is and straighten it out if I can. Please don't tell that to any one, Ruth. I don't imagine it's anything serious. Eleanor always goes to extremes."
"Trust me, Grace, not to say a word," was the response.
"I wish Anne were here," mused Grace, as she took her seat and drew out her text-book on second year French. Then for the time being she dismissed Marian from her mind, and turned her attention to the lesson on hand.
By the time school closed that afternoon Grace had made up her mind to go to see Marian before going home. Leaving Nora and Jessica at the usual corner, she walked on for a block, then turned into the street where the Barbers lived.
Grace pulled the bell rather strenuously by way of expressing her feelings, and waited.
"Is Marian in?" she inquired of Alice, the old servant.
"Yes, Miss Grace," answered the woman, "She's in the sittin' room, walk right in there. It's a long time since I seen you here, Miss Grace."
"Yes, it is, Alice," replied Grace with a smile, then walked on into the room.