n the sound of an angry, protesting voice outside the door
caused them to look at each other wonderingly.

"What can have happened?" asked Anne.

Even as Anne spoke a never-to-be-forgotten voice said impressively,
"What you prefer is immaterial to me, I prefer to room alone." The
emphatic closing of a door followed. There was a sound of hurrying
footsteps on the stairs, then all was still.

CHAPTER V

THE ANARCHIST CHOOSES HER ROOMMATE

"It's the Anarchist, of course," said Anne, turning to Grace.

"I wonder who she left roomless in the hall this time," speculated
Grace. "Shall we go and see?"

"Do you think we had better?" hesitated Anne.

"Yes," returned Grace boldly. "To a certain extent we are responsible
for the welfare of the freshmen." Opening the door, she looked up and
down the hall. Then, with a sudden air of resolution, she walked
downstairs. On the oak seat in the hall, looking disconsolately about
her, sat the "cunning" freshman that Grace had admired. At sight of
Grace she sprang toward the sophomore with an eager, "Won't you please
tell me where I can find Mrs. Elwood?"

"I believe she has gone to market," replied Grace. "She usually goes at
this time every morning. Can I help you in any way?"

"No-o," replied the other girl doubtfully. "I wished to see Mrs. Elwood,
because--" Her lip quivered. A big tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh, I
hate college," she muttered in a choking voice. "I wish I hadn't come
here. I'd go back to the station and take the next train west, if I
hadn't promised my brother that I'd stay. I hate the east and everything
in it. I know I'm going to be unhappy here."

With the smile that few people could resist, Grace sat down on the seat
beside the tearful little stranger. "I think I know what is troubling
you," she said gently. "I could not help overhearing Miss Atkins a few
moments ago. I also heard you running downstairs, so I came down, too,
to ask you if there was anything I could do for you."

"You are very kind," faltered the stranger. "I must wait to see Mrs.
Elwood, but will you tell me your name, please?"

"Oh, I beg your pardon for not introducing myself," responded Grace
contritely. "I am Grace Harlowe of the sophomore class."

"My name is Mildred Taylor," responded the newcomer. "I came from the
station in the bus a few minutes ago. There were two other freshmen with
me. They seem to be more fortunate than I. The maid showed us to our
rooms. I supp