anticipated. She laid down her fountain pen with alacrity when it was
finished and carefully blotted the last sheet. "Now I can begin to think
about the reception," she announced. "What are you going to wear, Anne?"

"My new pink gown," said Anne promptly. "As long as I was extravagant
enough to indulge in a new evening dress I might as well wear it. The
sophomore reception is really the most important affair of the year, to
us, at least."

"I'm delighted to have an opportunity to show off my pale blue chiffon
frock," laughed Grace. "I've been in ecstasies over it ever since it was
made. Have you seen that white gown of Elfreda's? It's perfectly
stunning. I stopped in her room for a minute last night. She was trying
it on. It's the prettiest gown she's had since she came here. Ask her to
show it to you."

"I'm going over there now," said Anne. "I'll be back in a minute." It
was precisely four minutes later when Anne poked her head in Grace's
door. "Come on into Miriam's room, Grace," she called. "She has just
made chocolate. She has some lovely little cakes and sandwiches, too.
And Elfreda has something to tell us."

Grace rose from her chair, lay down the notebook she had been running
through, and hastily followed Anne.

"Have a cushion," laughed Miriam hospitably, throwing a fat sofa pillow
at Grace, who caught it dextrously, patted it into shape and, placing it
on the floor, sat down on it Turk fashion. Elfreda poured another cup of
chocolate, then seated herself on the floor beside Grace. "Pass Grace
the sandwiches, Anne," she ordered. "We made these ourselves. We bought
the stuff at that new delicatessen place on High Street."

"They are delicious," commented Grace, between bites. "I'm hungry
to-night. I didn't like the dinner very well."

"Neither did we," responded Miriam. "After dinner we went out for a walk
to see what we could find, and we brought back what you see spread
before you."

"I shall pay a visit to the delicatessen shop," announced Grace.
"To-morrow night you must come to my room for a spread."

"I'll come to your room with pleasure," retorted Elfreda, "but not to
eat. One spread a week is my limit. Now for my news. The Anarchist has
accepted my invitation to the reception."

"Really!" exclaimed Grace. "Do tell us about it, Elfreda."

"I delivered my invitation after dinner to-night," began Elfreda. "I
waited and waited, thinking some one else might invite her. I am not
yearning for t