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 and a miracle had made the startling fact palpable and evident.
Grace sprang from her chair and began slipping into her wraps.
Grace led the way and the trio ascended to the second story.
"I wish I had your faith in people, Grace," said Emma sincerely.
"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.
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.