"You are a wild guesser, Emma," returned Grace, smiling faintly. "My
troubles are of an entirely different nature. But how did you know we
made fudge last night, and why didn't you come in and have some?"

"I never go where I am not invited," was the significant retort.

"Nonsense!" declared Grace. "You are always welcome, and you know it.
The spread was in Miriam's room, but you know who your friends are,
don't you?"

"Don't worry, I'm not offended," Emma assured Grace good-humoredly. "I
came in just before the ten-thirty bell last night and heard sounds of
revelry as I passed by."

"There's plenty of fudge on our table," put in Miriam Nesbit. "Help
yourself to it whenever the spirit moves you."

"Where is Mildred Taylor this morning?" asked Irene Evans, glancing
toward Mildred's vacant place.

"Miss Taylor is ill this morning," answered a prim voice from the end of
the table.

With one accord all eyes were turned in the direction of the voice. The
Anarchist had actually spoken at the table! It was unbelievable. What
followed was even more surprising. The Anarchist swept the table with a
defiant look, then said, with startling distinctness, "If she has not
fully recovered by to-night I shall send for a physician. In the
meantime I shall remain with her to care for her."

"That is very kind in you, I am sure," ventured Emma Dean. Surprise had
tied the tongues of the others.

"Not in the least," contradicted the Anarchist coldly. "As her roommate,
common humanity demands that I assume a certain amount of responsibility
for her welfare."

"Oh, yes, of course," agreed Emma hastily. "Please let us know when we
may run in to see her. Excuse me, everybody. I must run upstairs and
study a little before going to chapel."

Several freshmen followed her lead and filed decorously out the door
with preternaturally solemn faces that broke into smiles the moment the
door closed behind them.

The Anarchist, however, went on eating her breakfast, quite unaware that
she had created the slightest ripple of amusement. When Elfreda rose to
leave the dining room the strange young woman rose, too, and walked
sedately out of the room in the stout girl's wake.

"Elfreda has evidently made a conquest," remarked Miriam to Grace. "See
how tamely the haughty Anarchist follows at her heels."

"It's astonishing, but splendid, I think," said Grace decidedly. "Isn't
it strange how much influence for good one girl can have over anoth