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Updated: July 28, 2025
Oh, bother!" exclaimed Grace, "I've forgotten a letter to Arline which I must mail to-night. Will you wait until I go back for it?" With light feet Grace sped across the campus, letting herself into the house with her latch key. As she stepped into the hall, a buzz of voices caused her eyes to be fixed on the living-room.
It was the first genuine mirth that had stirred Grace Harlowe since the day on which she had left the Briggs' cottage to return to Oakdale. "One ought not laugh over such a serious matter," apologized Arline, with a half hysterical chuckle. "But I can't help thinking how surprised you must have been to receive that letter to Stanley, and how wrathful he must be by this time."
"Come and have luncheon first and look up your references afterward," coaxed Arline. "Then, perhaps, I can help you," she added artfully. "Perhaps you can," returned Grace dubiously. Their eyes meeting, both girls laughed. "Come with me, at any rate, then," declared Arline. "All right. Remember, I must not stay away from work over an hour. I really have a great deal to do.
It must of startled Arline, having this roar come out of her child when his little voice had always been sweet and high. So she burst into some more tears and Shelley asked her forgiveness, and pretty soon she was curling his hair again. I guess he knew right then it was for the last time on earth, but nothing warned the mother.
Something in her glance caused Elfreda to subside suddenly. "If there is no further business of which to dispose, will some one make a motion that we adjourn!" asked Arline quietly. The motion was made and seconded, but before any one had time to step into the hall, a slight figure flitted from her position before the almost closed door, and disappeared into the room at the end of the hall.
Valeria sat up suddenly, quite scandalized. "Oh why, of course Manley wouldn't drink with them! Why who ever heard of such a thing? The idea!" She stared reproachfully at her hostess. "Oh, sure! I didn't say such a thing was liable to happen. I just thought you might be worrying they're making so much racket in there," stammered Arline. "Indeed, no. I'm not at all worried, thank you.
"Grace and Arline are the very ones for that stunt," proposed Julia Emerson. "They can do it to perfection." "Please don't ask me," said Grace with sudden earnestness. "I just can't, that's all." Her face flushed, and a distressed look crept into her eyes which her friends were quick to note. "Suppose you and Elfreda call on her, Miriam?" proposed Arline. "You two are very valiant."
Arriving on the veranda, Grace made a hasty entrance through the open hall door. Pausing in the hall, deep masculine tones, issuing from the drawing room, caused her to speed toward the sound, Arline at her heels. The voice was not Tom's, yet her first wild conjecture as she viewed the stranger seated in a chair near the door, was that he might be Mr. Blaisdell, the investigator, with news of Tom.
The little company of girls made their way to the street, discussing the merits of the various actors who had portrayed so admirably the roles assigned to them. Arline, feeling rather ashamed of her brusque refusal to countenance Kathleen West as a possible member of the club, slipped her arm through Grace's, saying contritely, "I am awfully sorry I was so cross, Grace."
If he doesn't answer that, I shall stop for a while, then write again. If he is not in Nome I shall request the post-master to forward the letters, if possible." At this juncture a knock sounded on the almost closed door, then Elfreda came hurrying in, her cheeks glowing from her walk in the January wind. "Were you talking secrets?" she demanded, without stopping to greet Arline.
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