Philothea's tall figure was a lovely union of majesty and grace.
“Seventeen, an it please your grace,” said Stephen, in the gruff voice of his age.
Grace led the way and the trio ascended to the second story.
Grace and a miracle had made the startling fact palpable and evident.
"The bathroom is at the end of the hall," said Grace gently.
"I'm going to put you in this room for the present, Miss Reynolds," said Grace.
Grace sprang from her chair and began slipping into her wraps.
"I wish I had your faith in people, Grace," said Emma sincerely.
A look of surprise, mingled with consternation, sprang into Grace's eyes.
"I hope she's at home," was Grace's anxious thought as she rang the bell.