ready for you when you return."

"That is what I call a stroke of genius on your part, Grace,"
remarked Miriam, as they entered her room. "Mrs. Elwood can deal with
the Anarchist more summarily without an audience."

"It must be very humiliating for that Miss Atkins," mused Anne, "but
it's her own fault."

"Of course it's her own fault," emphasized Elfreda. "She doesn't
appear to know when the pleasure of her company is requested
elsewhere."

"Shall we go now?" asked Anne, lifting her heavy suit case
preparatory to moving.

"Not yet," counseled Grace. "We must give her time enough to get out
of sight before we appear."

Elfreda boldly took up her station at the door and reported
faithfully the enemy's movements. After a twenty minutes' wait, the
stout girl closed the door with a bang, exclaiming triumphantly:
"She's gone! She just paraded down the hall carrying her goods and
chattels. Mrs. Elwood stalked behind carrying a hat box. She looked
like an avenging angel. Hurry up, now, and move in before the
Anarchist changes her mind and comes back to take possession all over
again."

Grace and Anne lost no time in taking Elfreda's advice. Five minutes
later they were back in their old room. "Stay here a while, girls,"