flowers for your freshman? I ordered pink
roses for Miss Evans. Anne chose violets for Miss Taylor, didn't you,
Anne?"

"I ordered violets for Miss Wilton, too," said Miriam.

"I tried to get snap dragons," giggled Elfreda, "but it's rather late in
the season for them. Instead, the Anarchist will flourish a nosegay of
blood-red roses. I can't imagine her parading around the gym. bedecked
with violets."

"Elfreda, you are anything but a chivalrous escort," commented Anne.

"I am at least sincere," returned Elfreda, with an affected simper. "I
hope those flowers haven't loitered along the way. I must call on my
fair lady and see if she has received hers. I'm beginning to feel
excited. I'm going to eat my dinner post haste. I want to get dressed
and practice my bow before the mirror ere I enter the sacred precincts
of her majesty's boudoir. Then I shall sweep into her domicile, arrayed
in all my glory. She will be so overcome at sight of me and my splendor
that she will follow me down to the carriage like a lamb. I ask you,
ladies, after seeing me in that new white silk gown of mine, what
Anarchist could resist me?"

"Of whom did Elfreda remind you just then, Grace?" asked Miriam.

"Hippy," laughed Grace. "She looked exactly like him."

"Never saw him," stated Elfreda laconically.

"But you gave a fine imitation of him just the same!" exclaimed Grace.

CHAPTER X

AN OFFENDED FRESHMAN

At dinner that night excitement reigned. Every girl in the house was
going to the reception. To dispose of one's dinner and hurry to one's
room to begin the all important task of dressing was the order of
procedure, and Mrs. Elwood's flock rose from the table almost in a body
and made a concerted rush for the stairs.

"She got them," Elfreda informed the others as they stopped for a moment
in the hall. "I went to the door to ask her. She even thanked me for
them."

"Wonderful," smiled Miriam. "Come on now. Remember, time flies and that
your new white frock is a dream."

An hour later Elfreda stood before the mirror viewing herself with great
satisfaction. "It certainly is some class," she declared. "There I go
again. I haven't used slang for a week. But circumstances alter cases,
you know. Just pretend you didn't hear it, will you? I think I'll wear
my violets at my girdle. I don't look very stout in this rig, do I? You
look like a princess, Miriam. You're a regular howling beauty in that
corn-colored frock. Where a