When I do lay hands on it we'll celebrate the event with feasting and merrymaking." "Then I can't guess," sighed Grace.

"You'd better tell us." "Well," began Elfreda, her eyes twinkling, "I have a dinner invitation for to-morrow night at Martell's." "That is nothing startling," scoffed Anne.

"We've just come from Vinton's." "But the rest of my news is remarkable," persisted the stout girl.

"I am invited to dine"-- Elfreda paused, then finished impressively--"with the Anarchist." "You don't mean it!" Grace looked her surprise.
"Of course I mean it," retorted Elfreda.

"I wouldn't say so if I didn't.
She delivered her invitation on the way over to chapel this morning.