and starts. It was weeks before I knew where to find
things. But I've reformed, now. I'm going to put every last article in
place before I set foot outside Wayne Hall. Do you wish the chiffonier
or the bureau this year, Anne, for your things?"

"The chiffonier, I think," replied Anne, after due reflection. "I
haven't as much to stow away as you have. It will do nicely for me."

"There goes the breakfast bell!" exclaimed Grace. "Come along, Anne, I'm
hungry. Besides, I'd like the same seat at the table that I had last
year."

Outside their door they were joined by Miriam and Elfreda, and the four
friends stopped to talk before going downstairs.

"Were you haunted by nightmares in which glowering Anarchists pranced
about?" asked Miriam, her eyes twinkling.

"No," replied Grace. "I slept too soundly even to dream."

"I dreamed that I went into the registrar's office to get my chapel
card," began Elfreda impressively. "When she handed it to me it was
three times larger than the others. On it in big red letters was
printed, 'The Anarchist, Her Card.' I thought I handed it back to her
and tried to explain that I wasn't an anarchist because I had neither
bushy eyebrows nor a scowl. She just sat and glared at me, saying over
and over, 'Look in your mirror, look in your mirror,' until I grew so
angry I threw the card at her. It hit her and she fell backward. That
frightened me, although it seemed so strange that a little, light piece
of pasteboard could strike with such force. I tried to lift her, but she
grew heavier and heavier. Then--"

"Yes, 'then,'" interposed Miriam, "I awoke in time to save myself from
landing on the floor with a thump. Elfreda mistook me for the registrar.
She was walking in her sleep."

"Of course I didn't mean to," apologized Elfreda, "You know that, don't
you, Miriam? I can't help walking in my sleep. I've done it ever since I
was a little girl."

"I forgive you, but you must promise not to dream," laughed Miriam.
"Otherwise I am likely to find myself out the window or being dropped
gently downstairs while you dream gaily on, regardless of what happens
to your long-suffering roommate."

As they entered the dining room several girls already seated at the
table welcomed them with joyful salutations. It was at least ten minutes
before any one settled down to breakfast. Grace observed with secret
relief that Miss Atkins was not at the table. The three freshmen who
were to fill the last availa