within a few yards of the window. Grace sank on her knees with a shriek

Dethridge to herself. Anne asked her if she had heard what had happened. She bowed her head. "I hope

ask themselves (in contemplating an otherwise lovable woman), "Can this charming person straighten her knees?" The young

set right to the satisfaction of all parties. Good-afternoon!" He bowed with elaborate courtesy, and

age and irascibility of his character by tottering incessantly at the knees, and thumping

I think?" "Yes. I am Miss Bygrave, of North Shingles." The chemist bowed; and, turning