Wildly she was racking her brain to decide whether she should sit still when the others left the room or follow, and ask some one where the Freshmen went first.
In the midst of the struggle one sentence fell on her ear.

"Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings." Elnora began to pray frantically.

"Hide me, O God, hide me, under the shadow of Thy wings." Again and again she implored that prayer, and before she realized what was coming, every one had arisen and the room was emptying rapidly.
Elnora hurried after the nearest girl and in the press at the door touched her sleeve timidly.
"Will you please tell me where the Freshmen go ?" she asked huskily.
The girl gave her one surprised glance, and drew away.
"Same place as the fresh women," she answered, and those nearest her laughed.
Elnora stopped praying suddenly and the colour crept into her face.
"I'll wager you are the first person I meet when I find it," she said and stopped short.

"Not that! Oh, I must not do that!" she thought in dismay.

"Make an enemy the first thing I do.