that's all. Hello, Amy—Mollie. Come in!" she greeted the other girls, at the same time endeavoring by nods and winks to convey some idea that all was not well with Grace.
But if Betty hoped to convey a quiet intimation that something out of the ordinary had happened she did not succeed. In her eagerness to warn the newcomers not to ask questions she overdid it, and succeeded only in making them alarmed.
"What—what is it?" asked Mollie, in a sort of stage whisper.
"Oh, nothing like that," said Betty, seeing that she was only making matters worse.
"Who—who is" began Amy.
"No one!" said Betty, half-sharply. "Don't put on such a mournful look, Amy. But Grace has had some bad news, I expect, so I let you in."
"Bad news!" echoed Mollie.
"What kind?" inquired Amy.
"I don't know—yet. She's going to tell us."
The two newcomers, divesting themselves of their rubbers, walked on tiptoe toward the library, preceded by Betty. The latter heard their cautious approach and turned on them quickly.
"Nobody's asleep!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you act—naturally?"
