nutes
than I could have made in a week," finished Grace.

"Elfreda has a remarkable personality," was Anne's thoughtful answer.
"Her very frankness makes an impression where diplomacy counts for
little. However, I am not surprised that history repeated itself so
soon. I hope this is the last time we shall be obliged to thwart the
Anarchist and administer justice to the oppressed.

"I don't envy Miss Taylor," said Anne. "I wish every girl in college had
as nice a roommate as I have."

"Beware of flatterers," laughed Grace.

"And also of Anarchists," added Anne.

"But of the two," smiled Grace, "I prefer flatterers, especially if they
happen to occupy the other half of my room."

CHAPTER VI

ELFREDA MAKES A RASH PROMISE

"How does it feel to be a senior, Mabel?" questioned Miriam Nesbit,
glancing smilingly over where Mabel Ashe, gowned smartly in white, her
brown eyes dancing with interest in what went on about her, sat eating
her dessert, and obligingly trying to answer half a dozen questions at
once.

The seven other girls at the table looked expectantly at the pretty
senior, who was their hostess at a dinner given by her at Martell's that
Saturday evening.

"Oh, just the same as it did last year," she replied lightly. "I feel
vastly older and a shade more responsible. To tell you the truth, I hate
to think about it. I don't know how I am ever going to get along without
Overton. I think I shall have to disguise myself and come back next year
as a freshman; then I could do the whole four years over again."

"The question is, What are we going to do next year without you?"
remarked Grace mournfully.

"Let us forget all about it," advised Mabel. "I refuse to have any weeps
at my dinner. You may shed your tears in private, but not here."

"What are you going to do when you finish college?" asked Miriam Nesbit.

"You girls will laugh when I tell you," replied Mabel solemnly, "but
really and truly there is only one thing I care to do. I have warned
Father that I intend to be self-supporting, but I haven't dared to tell
him how I propose to earn my living."

"What are you going to do? Tell us, Mabel. We won't tell."

"Frances knows already. She thinks it would be fine, don't you,
Frances?"

Frances nodded emphatically.

"I hope to become a newspaper woman," solemnly announced Mabel.

"A newspaper woman!" cried Constance Fuller. "Why, I think that would be
dreadful!"

"I don't," stoutly averre