ANNE AND GRACE COMPARE NOTES
During the walk home from the links, Grace kept continually thinking, "I knew it was Miriam. She gave them to Julia." She replied rather absent-mindedly to Miss Post's comments, and left the older girl with the impression that Miss Harlowe was not as interesting as she had at first seemed.
Grace escaped from the supper table at the earliest opportunity, and seizing her hat, made for Anne's house as fast as her feet would take her. Anne opened the door for her.
"Oh, Anne, Anne! You never can guess what I know!" cried Grace, before she was fairly inside the house.
"Of course, I can't," replied Anne, "any more than you can guess what I know."
"Why, do you know something special, too?" demanded Grace.
"I do, indeed. But tell me your news first, and then I'll tell you mine," said Anne, pushing Grace into a chair.
"Mine's about Miriam," said Grace soberly.
"So is mine," was the reply, "and it's nothing creditable, either."
"Well," began Grace, "you know I went over to the golf links to-day with Ethel Post of the senior class."