The story of Norma Sheridan who "came into her own" in a manner befitting the greatness and dignity of the family to which she rightly belonged.
like apprehension, in the look that wandered thoughtfully about the overcrowded room. Presently she reached a plump, well-groomed hand toward the bell. But when Regina came to stand expectantly near her, Mrs. Melrose roused herself from a profound abstraction to assure her that she had not rung--it must have been a mistake.
"Miss Leslie hasn't come in?"
"Not yet, Madam, Miss Melrose is at Miss Higgins's luncheon."
"Yes; but it was an early luncheon," the grandmother said, discontentedly. "She was playing squash, or tennis, or something! Regina----"
But Mrs. Melrose was musing again.
"Regina, I am expecting a caller at four o'clock, a Mrs. Sheridan. Please see that she is shown up at once. I want to see her here. And please----"
A pause. Regina waited.
"That's all!" her mistress announced, suddenly.
Alone again, the old lady stirred her tea, ruminated for a few moments with narrowed eyes fixed on space, recalled herself to her surroun