alley's, and Nora's singing had always
been a source of delight to Anne.

"Not now," smiled the singer. "I wish to talk, but I'll sing for you
later."

"We came over this afternoon," said Grace to the girl sitting next to
her, "to find out who Morton House wants for president. We would like to
have Miss Wells----"

Grace was interrupted by a little cry of delight. The girl sprang to her
feet and cried, "Hear! hear!" Then she took Grace by the shoulders and
laughingly commanded, "Arise, occupy the center of the room and tell the
girls what you have just told me."

Before she knew it Grace was standing in the middle of the room,
earnestly advocating Gertrude Wells's cause, while the Morton House
girls were making as much demonstration as was considered decorous on
Sunday. Grace concluded with, "I'm quite sure that every girl at Morton
House will vote for Miss Wells and every freshman at Wayne Hall, too.
Before class meeting next Friday I hope to be able to convince the
majority of 19---- that they will make no mistake in voting for Miss
Wells."

Grace sat down amid subdued applause, and every one began talking to her
neighbor about the coming election. Ruth Denton listened to the gay
chatter with shining eyes. She had forgotten all about her shabby suit.
Presently the curly-haired little girl came over and sat down beside
her, asking her if she liked college. Ruth looked admiringly at the
little girl, whose dainty gown, silk stockings and smart pumps bespoke
luxury, and answered earnestly that she liked it better every day. "You
must come and see me," said the curly-haired little girl, whose name was
Arline Thayer. "We recite Livy in the same section, so we have something
in common to grumble about. Isn't the lesson for to-morrow terrific,
though?"

"I haven't looked at it to-day," confessed Ruth happily. "I study hard
on Sunday as a rule, but to-day is the first time, you see----" Ruth
hesitated.

"I see," said Arline kindly. "Hereafter you mustn't study all day on
Sunday. You must come and take dinner with me next Sunday and stay all
afternoon. Promise, now, that you'll come."

"Oh, thank you. I'd love to come," stammered Ruth. She could scarcely
believe that this dainty little girl who wore such pretty clothes had
actually invited her to dinner at Morton House.

"Did you have a good time, Ruth?" asked Miriam, as they started for home
late that afternoon.

"Don't ask her," interposed Anne mischievously. "S