ou anything to eat. I have 'licked
the platter clean,' you see. But won't you have some tea? I think I have
cups enough to go round, only I'm afraid I haven't enough saucers."

"Thank you," began Elfreda, "but--" then a warning pinch from Miriam
caused her to eye the latter reproachfully and subside.

"We'd love to have tea with you," smiled Miriam. "Wouldn't we, girls?"

Elfreda, who had divined the reason for the pinch, said "yes" with the
others, and Ruth bustled about with pink cheeks and a delicious air of
importance. She took down from the cupboard shelf a box of Nabiscos that
she had been treasuring for some such occasion as the present, placing
them on a little hand-painted plate, the only piece of china she
possessed. When the tea was made the guests emptied the little tea-pot
and ate all of the Nabiscos, to the intense satisfaction of their
hostess, to whom entertaining was a new and delightful pastime.

"Now, you must put on your wraps and go with us," commanded Grace,
setting her cup on the table. "We are going to Morton House to make our
party call. The future president of 19---- lives there. That is, we
think she is the future president and we hope to make others think so,
too."

Ruth obediently went to the closet where her plain little hat and
shabby, old-style coat hung. She looked hesitatingly from the smartly
tailored suits of her guests to her own well-worn coat, then with a
proud little lifting of her head, she took it down and began putting it
on.

During their walk to Morton House the girls met several freshmen they
knew, and these were faithfully interviewed as to their preference in
the matter of 19----'s president. To Grace's delight none of them had
made any choice in regard to candidates, so her glowing remarks as to
Gertrude Wells's ability to make a good president fell on fertile soil.
Fortune favored them, for when they reached Morton House they found Miss
Wells out and two-thirds of the girls downstairs in the living room
listening to the new songs that the curly-haired little girl at the
piano had received from New York the day before. She was in the middle
of one when the girls entered the room. Grace held up a warning finger
and pointed to the piano.

The song ended several notes short and the little girl turned her head
toward her audience, saying, "I knew some one came in."

"Won't you sing for us?" asked Anne, who loved music. The little girl's
voice reminded her of Nora O'M