on Sunday from three until five," remarked Grace as they strolled down Main Street. "I telephoned last night to the hospital. Our stranger is not seriously hurt. She is badly shaken up, and awfully nervous. If she feels more calm to-day we may be allowed to see her."
"What is her name?" asked Anne.
Grace looked blank, then exclaimed: "Why, girls, how stupid of me! I forgot to ask. I was so interested in hearing about her condition that I never thought of that."
"Well, our curiosity will soon be satisfied in that respect," said Nora, "for here we are at the hospital."
"We should like to see the woman who was thrown from the automobile yesterday afternoon," said Grace to the matron. "Is she able to receive visitors?"
"Oh, yes," replied the matron. "She is sitting in a wheeled chair on the second-story veranda. Miss Elton," she called to a nurse who had just entered, "take these young women up to the veranda, they wish to see the patient who has 47."
"What is her--" bega
Grace Harlowe's senior year was nothing like yours or mine, believe me! No senior skip day, no spirit week, no homecoming, no prom--- no teenage angst! Her homeboys have already left for college, so she and the girls have to follow the standard "fix relationships" and "Grace in danger" plots by themselves. One notices certain romances beginning to blossom, but this is the Victorian age! -and there shall be no handholding here, thank you. Ah, for the days when children could love without pressure or without being called "gays".