on the
head of the one who wishes it."

"I'm not superstitious," retorted Elfreda. "Of course, I believe that
pins cut friendship, and that it's bad luck to see the new moon through
the window, or to walk under a ladder. It's a sure sign of death to
break a looking glass or dream of white flowers, too, and to drop a
spoon means certain disappointment, but aside from a few little things
like that, I certainly don't believe in signs."

"Oh, no, you don't believe in signs," chorused the girls, in gleeful
sarcasm.

"Well, I don't," reiterated Elfreda. "That is, not a whole lot of
them."

"Good-bye, children, I must leave you at this corner," announced Mabel.
"Come and see me soon. I'll look you up the first evening I have free."

"I should think that Miss Alden would hate herself," remarked Elfreda
scornfully, as she marched along beside Grace. "She hates you, that's
sure enough."

"Nonsense, why should Miss Alden hate me? You are letting your
imagination run away with you, Elfreda," laughed Grace.

"Don't you believe it," declared Elfreda doggedly. "She doesn't like
you, because Mabel likes you, and she likes Mabel. Some one told me the
other day that she can't bear to have Mabel look cross-eyed at any other
girl here. She claims that it's because she loves her so much, but I
think it's because she wants to have the most popular girl at Overton
for her friend," finished the stout girl shrewdly.

"What shall we do this afternoon?" called Miriam Nesbit over her
shoulder.

"Go on boosting our candidate," laughed Anne. "Let us go for a walk
after dinner. We will call on Ruth Denton. Then we'll take her with us
to Morton House. That will be a nice way for her to meet the Morton
House girls. While we are there we can find out how the land lies. Then
we will take Ruth home with us for supper and the rest of the evening,
if she doesn't have to study."

At the dinner table that day Grace again introduced the subject of the
class election and was pleased to note that her suggestion regarding
Gertrude Wells as the best possible choice for class president had borne
fruit. The two sophomores at the table who had been through two class
elections, having just elected their president, smiled tolerantly at the
excitement exhibited by the "babies," and advised them not to elect in
haste and repent at leisure.

"Why don't you children find out something about what the rest of the
class think before you rush into electing Miss