"Have you seen Elfreda ?" flung back Grace on her way upstairs.
"You'd better hurry," called Emma after her.

"I heard her growling to herself as I passed her door." "I began to think you were never coming," greeted Elfreda, as Grace burst into the room, her eyes bright and her cheeks becomingly flushed from her recent run across the campus.
"Why didn't you ask some one else to hook you up ?" retorted Grace mischievously, throwing down her gloves and beginning on the top hook.
"Because I wanted you to see how nice I looked in this new frock," replied the stout girl.

"If I had not stipulated that you were to perform this extremely important service for me, you would have in all probability absented yourself from my immediate vicinity, unmindful of the rare exhibition of youth and beauty that was being prepared for you in my room." "If I had closed my eyes I could have sworn it was Miss Atkins," laughed Grace.

"Even she herself couldn't fail to recognize that impersonation.
It's ridiculously funny, Elfreda, but I wish you wouldn't do it." As Grace and Elfreda were standing with their backs directly away from the door neither girl saw the tense little figure that stood rigid, one hand on the door casing, listening with eyebrows drawn fiercely together.

An instant later it had vanished.