. . Oh no! she could not, she could not, she could not!
She saw the impossibility of it so plainly that it was a relief to
her and she washed her face and brushed her hair and plucked up
courage to regard herself normally once more. "I'm not different,"
she said to the looking-glass. "There's no reason for Grace to make
faces." She saw that the breach between herself and Grace had become
irreparable, and that whatever else happened in the future at least
it was certain that they would never be friends again.
She went downstairs prepared to do battle . . .
Next morning she paid her visit to Caroline. It was a strange
affair. The girl was sitting alone in her over-gorgeous house, her
hands on her lap, looking out of the window, an unusual position for
her to be in.
Caroline was at first very stiff and haughty, expecting that Maggie
had come to scold her. "I just looked in to sec how you were," said
Maggie.
"You might have come before," answered Caroline. "It's years since
you've been near me."
"I didn't like all those people you had in your house," said Maggie.
"I like it better now there's no one in it.
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