as a freshman until the whole class was sending her
violets and asking her out to dinners. She was elected president of the
freshman class, too, and had the honor of refusing the sophomore
nomination. They want her for junior president, but she will refuse that
nomination, too. She is as unselfish and unspoiled as the day she came
here and the most sympathetic girl I have ever known. We are all madly
jealous of Frances."

Anne smiled at this statement. "It is nice to be liked," she said
simply. "That is the way it is with Grace at home."

"I'm not surprised," replied Edith, regarding Grace critically. "She has
a fine face. That Miss Nesbit seems nice, too. She is a beauty, isn't
she?"

Anne replied happily in the affirmative. To her praise of her two
dearest friends was as the sweetest music.

"Shall we dance?" said Edith, rising and offering her arm in her most
manly fashion. A moment later the two girls joined the dancers, who were
circling the floor with more or less grace to the strains of a waltz.

"What kind of a time are you having?" asked Grace an hour later as she
and Miriam met in front of one of the lemonade bowls.

"I'm enjoying it ever so much," was the enthusiastic answer. "I've met a
lot of sophomores that I've been wanting to know, and they have been so
nice to me. Have you seen Elfreda lately?"

"No," said Grace with a guilty start. "I've been having such a good time
I forgot her. Let's go and find her now."

The two began a slow promenade of the room in search of the missing
girl. Suddenly Grace clutched her friend's arm. "Look over there,
Miriam!" she exclaimed.

Seated on a divan beside Mabel Ashe and surrounded by half a dozen
sophomores was J. Elfreda. She was talking animatedly and the girls were
urging her on with laughter and cries of "Now show us how some one else
in Fairview looks."

"What do you suppose she is saying?" wondered Miriam. "Let's go over."
They neared the group just in time to hear Elfreda say, "The president
of the Fairview suffragist league." Then her round face set as though
turned to stone. Her eyes took on a determined glare, and drawing down
the corners of her mouth she elevated her chin, rose from the divan and
shrilled forth "Votes for Women" in a tone that fairly convulsed her
hearers. Then suddenly catching sight of Grace and Miriam she sat down
abruptly and said with an embarrassed gesture of dismissal, "The show's
over. I see my friends are looking for me.