"So we have," smiled Grace, "with reinforcements."

Her smile was reflected on the faces of her friends. Mrs. Elwood,
however, did not smile. Two red spots burned high on her cheeks, her
little blue eyes snapped. Again she knocked, this time accompanying
the action with: "Open this door, instantly. Mrs. Elwood wishes to
speak with you."

"Do not imagine that you can gain entrance to this room through any
such pretense," announced a contemptuous voice from the other side
of the door. "I believe I stated that I did not wish to be disturbed."

"And I state that you must open the door," commanded Mrs. Elwood.
"You are not addressing one of the students. This is Mrs. Elwood."

A grating of the key in the lock followed, then the door was
cautiously opened far enough to allow a scowling head to be thrust
out. The instant the Anarchist's narrowed eyes rested on Mrs. Elwood
her belligerent manner changed. She swung the door wide, remarking
in cold apology; "Pray, pardon me, Mrs. Elwood. I believed that a number
of rude, ill-bred young women whom I had the misfortune to encounter
earlier in the day were renewing their attempts to annoy me."

"There are no such young women at Wayne Hall," retorted Mrs. Elwood,
who was thoroughly angry. "The majority of the young women here were
with me last year, and not one of them answers your description.
Really, Miss Atkins, you must know that you are trespassing. This
room belongs to Miss Harlowe and Miss Pierson. It was theirs last
year and they arranged with me last June to occupy it again during