on has ever had,"
said Anne.

"All the more reason why we should be proud of it," declared Miriam
quickly.

"I wonder what they'll have to eat," said Elfreda reflectively.

A derisive giggle greeted this remark.

"Well, you needn't laugh," retorted Elfreda good-naturedly. "I didn't
say that because I'm so fond of eating. I was just wondering whether it
would be worth while to eat supper or not."

"Take my advice and eat your supper, Elfreda," laughed Anne. "I have an
idea that we shall be fed on plowed field, fudge or something equally
nourishing."

"Humph!" commented Elfreda. "That's just about what I thought. I hope we
have something sour for supper to-night. I'm getting tired of sweet
stuff. It's frightfully fattening, too."

"What on earth has come over you, Elfreda," laughed Grace. "I thought
you were devoted to chocolate and bonbons."

"I was," confessed Elfreda, "until I saw you and Miriam play basketball
this afternoon. I was crazy to play, too. But imagine how I'd look on
the field. I couldn't run six yards without puffing. I'm going to try to
get thinner, and perhaps some day I can make the team, too."

CHAPTER XI

ANNE WINS A VICTORY

The pleasurable excitement of making the team and receiving the
invitation to the spread had driven all thought of the conversation
overheard by Anne from Grace's mind. Above all things Grace wished if
possible to establish friendly relations with every member of her class.
Now that she and her friends were invited to Morton House they would
meet a number of new girls. The Morton House girls had the reputation of
being both jolly and hospitable. Grace had the feeling that so far they
had made little or no social headway among their classmates. Aside from
Ruth Denton and the students at Wayne Hall they knew practically no
other freshmen.

"This spread will help us to get in touch with some of the girls we
don't know," she confided to Anne while dressing that night for the
party.

"I hope so," replied Anne. "We seem to be rather slow about making
friends here at Overton; that is, among the freshmen. We really know
more upper class girls, don't we?"

"Yes," assented Grace. "But after to-night things will be different."

It was only a few minutes' walk to Morton House and the four girls
enjoyed the brief stroll.

"I wonder if we're too early," said Grace, consulting her watch. "It
lacks three minutes of being half-past seven. That's Morton House, isn't